Since I was a teen, just starting to write music, it has been my greatest desire to share my testimony of Jesus Christ. He makes all the difference in my life. I can’t imagine going through this life without knowing His gospel and how He can heal, bless and strengthen me during challenges. This knowledge brings peace. How do I know? Well, I have tested it. I have prayed to have His spirit comfort me when I’m sad, to guide me when I’m confused or lost, and to lead me when I need a pure example to follow. And when I seek Him, He is always there. There is nothing on earth that has come to my aid in the same way and brought the same kind of hope, comfort and peace.
One time when my son, Benson, was about three years old, I was up in the night (again) with him for what seemed like the ten thousandth time. He had suffered from severe itchy, fully body, eczema and other health issues, since birth. He continues to struggle, but the first decade of his life was particularly challenging. He would scratch until his skin was raw and wimper and cry during the night needing his mama to cuddle him. We were doing all that the doctors said to do, but it still wasn’t enough to bring him comfort.
My hands were in the dishwater when I began sobbing – the ugly face kind. I was a mess. My attitude stunk, and I was not a happy mama. I was probably more lonely than anything, and I reeeeally needed a casserole, or maybe just a hug, but no one was there to give me either. So I prayed….