When I was a small child, my mother raised me in church and although I was familiar with what the scriptures taught, I decided to take a very different path as an adult. It seemed that the more I searched for satisfaction in my life, the more unsatisfied I became. Soon drugs and alcohol entered the picture which only served to make me all the more miserable. Satan really had a hold on me and I could see no way out. It seemed that I was destined to live this way forever.
My sister is a Free Will Baptist Foreign Missionary. She was home on furlough in 1991. A few years prior she was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and had several crisises until the time of that furlough . Upon arriving home she was very weak and was unable to drive long distances without some assistance. She asked my dad and myself, who were unsaved, to go with her to help drive. Of course, I would to anything for my family. That spring and summer my dad and I were in just about every little Free Will Baptist church across the state of Ohio. One night in one of those services my dad gave his heart to the Lord. I, on the other hand, was not ready to give up the wild life even though the conviction process had begun.
My sister returned to the field and I was still searching for something that had been right under my nose and yet I refused to see it.
One day I was talking with my mother on the phone and I told her I felt as though there was something missing in my life and I had tried everything I could think of to feel complete and I just couldn't find the answer. That's when she told me about the void that everyone has and that it was placed there by God so we would long for a relationship with Him. She said if I would give my heart to Jesus, He would come in and fill that void and make my life complete.
On February 10, 1994 I found out that, as usual, momma's always right. Since that day I have stopped searching and my soul has found peace.
The real twist to my story is that the Lord gave my sister a scripture to hang onto during the time of her illness. The scripture says, "This disease is not unto death but unto the glory of God that the Son may be glorified through it". Since my dad and I gave our lives to the Lord, my sister hasn't had another crisis of MS. My husband also got saved the same night I did. We cleared off the coffee table, in our little alley house, got down on our knees and invited Jesus into our hearts. Jesus really did get the glory through that disease.
