Even though I have endured the death of two of my children, I choose not to suffer. It is a conscious choice I make each morning as the sun begins to rise.
By choosing joy, I have released myself from the grasp of the enemy, allowing God to use my pain for His purpose.
“And provide for those who grieve in Zion—to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor”—ISAIAH 61:3