The Real Story
2:50 a.m. Friday. July 23, 2017, I shouted something into the atmosphere. I have repeated it often since that moment. “My Jehovah Jireh is going to show up and show out!” . I’ve had almost 8 months to sit back and watch God do what he does for his children. This bold proclamation of faith wasn’t born out of anything other than my experience with God in the past. I’ve had about 25 years of experiencing God work in my life in dramatic ways. Often these have been at times when I was my absolute weakest without anything to offer. Often I was begging for strength or rescue from some mess that was 100% all my fault. How is it that with this rich history of God’s fingerprints all over my life I can still struggle with depression and anxiety to a crippling extreme at times? Flesh? Sin? Trust issues? I guess the list could go on and on. The past couple of months I have struggled to sit in sadness. Happiness and joy I have no problem embracing. I can even become