Last night Stephen was really sick, so much so he could not sleep and I stayed up with him. while he was in the bathroom I prayed fervently that he would feel better enough to sleep. It seemed like right when he got back he fell asleep, in turn I got to sleep.
While I laid there unhealed of my stroke and dealing with pain from my burn the lord still answered my prayer. He let me know that he hears my prayers even though he chose not to heal me now, despite my desires. I know he is with me and always will be. This is my bitter cup I must drink. I am grateful has not saved me from my trials because of what I have learned.
