His way. His provision. Yahweh Yireh. The LORD God our Provider us and the X-Slaves in the Wilderness. When they learned God provided their every need. Their shoes and clothes didn’t wear out. In my own life, I have seen God provide as a child and adult over and over again, heal family members and me from eating disorders and a crushing bike accident. My husband from cancer when we prayed over him.
God took this immigrant’s daughter speaking Russian and poor through 5 universities. Studying 5 instruments. 23 jobs. Runway Modeling, Radio Broadcasting, High School Counseling, marketing, sales, fundraising, program management, and public speaking, and training teams. To God be the glory. God gave me the gift of growing up poor, feeling ugly, and stupid. I had to keep looking to Jesus my Savior. Even as a child. We were too dark for some and then too light for others. I learn how to run fast. I even ran a couple of Boston Marathons. God is tooooo funny. Now.I.am.over 45 years of age. Dead on arrival for Boston. Yet the LORD.had me get another MS in Leadership and Certification for Fundraising after my concussion. Ha ha ha. God is amazing. He has been my healer since I first burn my.finger as a child. Mom encouraged us to trust and believe God for anything. He was who makes the impossible possible for us. Mom was good to allow the Lutheran Church nearby to send us kids to Christian Summer Camp. Methodist Russian church Pastor knew my mom in Latvia, who always helped us. God’s hand was on her and our lives. She prayed always. Speaking 7 languages she read in one language and wrote in another. So what to do? I rest in Yeshua the Jewish Messiah who came to save all nation’s people.
I was working 50 to 60 hours, M-S, and Sunday night, if need be. The charity was reorganizing. I was working 3 jobs for 15 years. Each growing in responsibility. Until I was paid too much. 25% under according to my mentor, the chair of a business. But I loved the charity. I was looking. And signed up for a Hillsong Training in NYC. Husband was losing it due to work pressures. Etc. God ripped me out. I thank God. What a relief to be shattered in a Hospital bed awake finally after 4 weeks. They didn’t think I would wake up. I prayed. Everyone was.praying. The LORD told me that He would heal me completely. I asked the LORD to onfirm it. A pastor friend and my sister called to tell me as they were praying that they felt the LORD was telling them that I would be healed. They called me out of the blue. I told the Therapists. They thought I lost it. Thank God, He is faithful. My Physiatrist seemed more inclined to hope. I have had a physician open about my faith relationship with him. One last visit is coming up.
He gets all the glory. God has never deserted me. Never forgotten me. Never not provided for me. He alone is worthy of praise, glory, and honor. He is good. Praise God.
Praise God. I have been treated badly, beaten, chased, pressured by abusive people, esteemed, and treated like I left my brains on the street.
God taught me to memorize since my first performance. He has healed my wounds. He has taught me my worth is in being His. I am His. No better or worse than anyone to God in His goodness. God holds us as precious children that He plans for long ago. He knows. He sees. He prepares. He is sovereign.
He can’t help Himself. He is GOOD. He is all possible LOVE. He is merciful. The Holy Spirit’s presence to me is like a bone crushing embrace of kindness, acceptance. His love is as thick as molasses that coats our hearts with sweetness. I am thankful. Resting in Him. Thanks.