Jasmine's Place Issue No. 19 - September/October 2017 - Page 27

Pastor Morris gave me a solemn look as he patted my shoulder. "Betty and I are praying for you. Just this morning I asked the Lord why you guys, why this, but for now, I don't know the answers. But we both know the One who does." "Thanks Pastor. This is when God does His best work because we have no options left. If He's going to produce the total and complete victory He promised us when this insurance mess happened, well, it's go time." My husband, the choir director, walked on stage, signaling the start of the service. Pastor Morris smiled. "Speaking of go, best get up on the platform. I believe this joint service with Victory Assembly will be extra anointed tonight." Pastor bounded up the platform steps while I took an aisle seat. The extra bleachers were out that night to accommodate not only our choir, but the Victory singers joining us for the special evening service. As great as the blended harmonies sounded, my mind danced with the one two combo of fear and worry. Fourteen months prior our daughter's medical team prescribed intensive therapy for Grace. A year full of pulmonary distress left her delayed in all areas. Months after tri- weekly physical, speech and occupational therapy, the insurance company sent us a letter saying all therapy after the first month was denied. Right then and there I felt the Holy Spirit promise me this would end in a total and complete victory. The verse I clung to through three levels of appeals was out of Deuteronomy about getting off the same mountain. Our family was tired of the sickness and trials. We believed God to be victorious in this. Even when local politicians wrote me to confess there wasn't anything they could do, I just held on. Months after tri-weekly physical, speech and occupational therapy, the insurance company sent us a letter saying all therapy after the first month was denied. JASMINE'S PLACE 27