Ignore the Twitching....

I have taken on a new quirk.

When I cry for any significant amount of time or with enough conviction, I, as a result, take on a twitch.

The twitch is in my left eye, and it can last up to hours. One day last week it started at noon and did not end until I went to bed. Talk about going coocoobananas.

Not that I am a cry baby or anything...but lets just say I have been twitching a lot lately.

Not only has this week been emotional in and of itself, but God has been really breaking my heart on behalf of others lately.

Lets take a moment to review this week and its insanity:

Monday night an 8 year old girl was kidnapped from the neighborhood I volunteer in.

Tuesday I found out one of the girls I mentor ran away, had been missing for days, and according to her mother was spiraling out of control.

Friday my grandmother that lives in Colorado underwent surgery to remove an extremely aggressive breast cancer.

Friday I found out that the man that had been terrorizing my family for years passed away.

And on Saturday, my dear friend Trish was walking with her six month old son and they were both hit by a car.

Can you see why I have a twitch?

The good news is, I am writing all this to say that

God is good.

God is faithful.

God hears when we cry out to him.

On Tuesday morning, the adbucted child was found alive. She had been abused, but God put the right person in her path at the right time, and he stepped in and likely saved her life.

On Wednesday morning, the child I mentor returned home. Her mom told me immediately, praising God and thanking me for my prayers (this is a huge deal). It seems as though some great opportunities have arised from the situation.

On Friday doctors removed an egg sized tumor from my grandma's body, as well as several lymph nodes to which the cancer had spread. She is recovering well, will start radiation soon, and the doctors feel as though they got it all. (My family would greatly appreciate your prayers.)

For those of you who read Fear and Forgiveness , I found out this morning that according to his sister, who spent the last two weeks of his life with him, my mom's ex-husband had come to know the Lord before he died.

And last but not least, due to nothing less than divine intervention, my friend Trish is doing well, her greatest injury being a chipped spine and a broken leg. Her son was completely unharmed.

So as I sit here and twitch, it reminds me of God's great love for us, and just how amazing he truly is.

I would like to end this post by saying that several months ago I added a prayer wall to this blog. Many of the prayers have been answered, some in unexpected ways, but answered none the less. In the next couple weeks I will be updating my prayer wall. I would like it to serve as a place where can come together as believers to cry out on behalf of those in need.

Please let me know if you have any requests that you would like me to add to the wall, and feel free to look over the stories that are there, and pray as God would lead.