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We lost a child...


8 months after having my daughter She was diagnosed with an incurable genetic disease called Spinal muscular Atrophy(SMA)
What does that even mean?
I thought the doctors were mistaken
It could not have been my child they were talking about..
There was no cure and the prognosis was so bad..
In 2012 my Journey of faith began...
I believed God for her healing..
I rejected the report of the doctors and I was so confident that God would change the story.
I envisioned her on her wedding day and I held unto hope.
I was a crazy woman and the doctors and health professionals got tired of me professing my faith in God.

We prayed,We confessed,We praised,The church prayed but on the 23rd of April 2013.Our beautiful daughter passed at 16months of age.

How do you survive such a traumatic experience?
How does that impact your perception of God?
Why Would God allow that happen?

I have over the years come to realise that God is still God inspite of what we go through and His love for us is undeniable.
He allows us go through some experiences Even though it hurts him to see us hurt.
We may never truly understand why but we choose to trust God regardless that in itself is Faith..Faith absolute believe and trust that God is in control,He knows what He is doing and It would all work together for my Good.

There is always purpose in our pain.
5 years on..I speak to people every day who are going through the loss of a child.
God has graced me to encourage and stand with others as the navigate through their season of loss.
I have been there and I am not just surviving but thriving.
Through my pain a ministry has been birthed.
This is who I am...An encourager and uplifter.

What pain point in your life have you encountered.
Have you found purpose in it?
Do not waste your pain..Use it to God's glory.
Do not hide your scars.The things you want to hide,forget,move on from are the things God wants to Use.
 Rise Up from pain into Purpose.

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#paintopurpose
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#thiswomanoffaith
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#donothideyourscars
#painpoints
#thrivingafterloss

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