During an extremely difficult time in my healing process, my therapist suggested I ask the Lord for something to hold onto. This is the gift He gave me.
Jesus and I were walking on a path winding up a mountain. We came to a ledge and stopped. I looked down into the valley below and saw it was filled with women... wounded, hurting women. I knew His desire was to heal them, make them whole and fill them with His love. Then I knew He wanted to use me for this purpose. I began to cry as I realized He would give me such a beautiful gift.
I remembered my prayer back in high school. "If You can use any of these things I've been through to touch just one person, Lord, then it'll be worth the pain." Little did I know at the time what was really there. All I was aware of was the divorce of my parents and my mother's battle with cancer. But God knew everything, and He knew my heart. Just a simple request that it seems He will grant and multiply beyond my wildest dreams.
What could I possibly have done to deserve such an honorable task? 
Nothing... that's what makes it so beautiful. It's an undeserved mercy, a gift of grace. What makes it better still is that I can't accomplish it alone. I don't have the grace or the strength to walk this path without Him. The things I need He provides.
He's taken a little girl who was once enslaved... called her, loved her, and given her life. He's protected her, delivered her, wept with her, and walked every step with her. He's bestowed on her gifts beyond imagine.
How beautiful is life to one who's tasted death? It's beauty and worth are beyond comprehension. There aren't words to describe how sweet and precious my Jesus is to me.
