Loved through storm and drought

'Ever doubted if God even likes you?

Ever been told that if your prayers aren't answered the exact way you intended, then you're not Christ's favourite?

If that happened to you, I'm sorry. It happened to me when I was 8 in Sunday school praying that God would fix my family. The family broke alright and I harboured this insecurity that I just wasn't good enough. That only got worse in my teen years when I became unwell and missed vast chunks of school. But then I went to university in the opposite part of the country. Other than missing everything there is about home, it was ordained by God. It was the only time in my life I could decide if Christianity was something told to me or something I truly believed. Through hard study, I anchored deep into the Word and grew roots that kept me alive during a medical crisis that has changed my life and brain chemistry forever.

When shallow friends, most being Christians, cut me off at the prospect of having a differently-abled friend (apparently my old crutches were a vibe killer) Christ drew me in nearer and dearer. He put Isaiah 55:11 in my heart and I carry it with me every day.

However the Lord answers my prayers, I know I am deeply and unconditionally loved through the storm and the drought.' - Erica