Sunday, January 21, 2018
This morning I listened to Elevation Church's Steven Furtick sermon, and my soul cried. I've always known. I always knew I'd be different. I always knew I'd face obstacles. I always knew I'd always have to make lemonade. Today I learned that my perspective was as wrong as my perception. A pastor once told me "you're special, God is all over you. You know your calling, it's just not the one you want." I surrender. God, here I am. Cerebral Palsy, I surrender. You are the gate. This statement of definitity says it all. "It was determined before it was discovered." The light bulb has gone off. "In every purpose is a promise". Cerebral Palsy has been and will always be a part of my story, but it doesn't have to be my story. I have let the world determine everything about me thinking God had stopped. God didn't stop. I did. I stopped believing the purpose and the promise. I waved the white flag of surrender, but the wrong one. I let my joy be robbed. I let my faith bend. I let it go. I prayed, but those prayers had no faith. Folks, I'm flawed, but my God is not.