Difficult Times when God’s Intervened

Today’s prompt:

Difficult experiences that God carried you through.

(I’m not sure if this is this year, or all my life. I’ll do all my life.)

1. When I was two years old, I had a severe bout of epilepsy. I think I had seizures for 2-3 days. Then when I was six, I also had a bout of it—but that time, it was much worse. It lasted for about a week. Both times I had grand mal seizures (they’re a very bad kind). Recently I was thinking about it, and I really don’t remember much from that week. I had so many seizures that most of the time I was unconscious. What little I do remember is only part memories—because I had a seizure in the middle of an event, and I went unconscious again.
         The second time around it was so bad I almost died. But, praise the Lord, I was able to take medicine (that tasted horrible), and that saved my life. (Actually, I think it was the prayers people prayed for me that saved my life.) Although that was a very dark time in my life (really, it was more testing for Dad and Mum than for me), God brought us through and to this day—about nine years later—I haven’t had any more. That’s a miracle.
2. I have a hard time dealing with uncertainty. I like to know exactly where we’re going to go, what we’re going to do, and how we’re going to do that. If I don’t know I get really stressed. After we found out we needed to move, I stressed out a little. But you know—God gave us a place to move to, and I don’t have to worry about it any more!
3. I remember when we were thinking about moving here. Even though it was really exciting to think that we’d have a new place to explore, it was really hard to deal with the uncertainty of how things were going to pan out—even if I was eleven!
4. When I was 7 or 8, some dear friends of ours left our church. One Sunday they were there and I thought all was fine, the next they were gone. That was really hard for me, especially because I was friends with their two daughters. But even though it took a few years to accept, God helped me and today I can look back and be thankful that we had several years together before the split happened.
5. I remember having a terrible problem with nightmares when I was younger. But after a while Dad and Mum picked up on it, and we prayed about it every night. Since then, I haven’t had near as many problems.
6. I can remember one time in my life when there was intense spiritual warfare going on. I don’t know all the things that were going on then, but I know through prayer God showed Himself faithful. We don’t understand—even now—why those things had to happen. But we know that He’s very trustworthy.
7. Right after our friends moved back to the States, I remember laying in bed one night wondering if we would move back as well. I’m a very unemotional (at least on the outside) person, but I remember crying. I did NOT want to go back. I loved my family and friends back there, but I also loved New Zealand. God directed Dad and Mum, and made it possible for us to stay here. It was, in short, a miracle.

Writing went very well today. At ten o’clock this morning I got online to check emails quickly before school, and saw that someone in a writer’s group I’m in wanted to do a word war. It was my first time to try it, and I can happily say it went pretty well! We wrote for half an hour, and I got 1,100-something done. So that gave a good start to the day!

After that I did some school, then finished off the day of writing ending at 2,552. Now I’m up to 46,688 words—93%. The end is in sight. Just another two to three days. :)  Thank you, Lord.

Hope you’ve had a warm day like we have!
~Esther