First I surrendered, then I walked in love. Next I rested, and finally I prayed.
"Turns out, my greatest fear wasn't the surgery itself, but instead who I would be on the other side of the surgery. Once this nuisance of an organ was removed and my body was no longer physically the same, who would I become?"
"This year, God spoke to my heart again and whispered, “love”... and continued to show me what love really is. He had to be deliberate and intentional in His reminders because I am hardheaded and I tend to miss His subtle clues."