Today marks the one year anniversary of starting this journey of healing. I'm pet sitting at Uncle Kevin and Aunt Michelle's house. Pet sitting. I still can't get over it. It was 12 months ago that I was on 5 medications, 2 shots weekly, and still avoiding animals like the plague. Hopeless. Hurting. Weary. Lacking faith.

Now I rejoice daily for my health. Oftentimes, I'm overwhelmed by God. My mind cannot comprehend his power and love. My God heals. MY GOD HEALS!

So many sleepless night, wondering if this sickness was the will of God for my life.
So many moments paralyzed with fear, wondering if life would always be like this.
So many hopeless doctors appointments, wondering if my condition would continually worsen for the rest of my life.

My God heals. Do you hear me, Christian? My God heals! :-)

In other news, I'm going to Italy in five weeks. It's all God, just so you know. He's crazy like that.

Praise Him!

Isaiah 61:1-3 (NIV)

The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,
because the LORD has anointed me
to preach good news to the poor.

He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,
to proclaim the year of the LORD's favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,

to comfort all who mourn,
and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.

They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the LORD
for the display of his splendor.