If It Wasn't for Jesus

Story - as submitted by Katie Graham.

It all started in 2010 when my dad passed away, unexpectedly. In a time of heartbreak, everyone around me had someone to cling to. I, on the other hand, only had God. This frustrated me at the time because I wanted someone to wrap their arms around me and tell me that it was going to be okay, but little did I know that God was already meeting my need. In that moment I realized that God would be my Abba Father, Daddy God; I decided that I would pursue Him. Just like any little girl, I need affirmation and I need fatherly advice - He provided that. He let me see His life as an example and He never failed to speak to me. From then on, it was a relentless pursuit after Jesus. I clung to Him and could literally feel His arms around me during my weakest moments. 
In 2014, my body chose to start rejecting foods that I had eaten every day, and my lungs were starting to give up. I spent at least one day every week in the Emergency Room, fighting to breathe. After about four trips to the hospital, I began to question God. I began to become frustrated again. I remember one night laying in my bed, crying and Pastor Brandon called me to check on me. In that moment, Brandon recognized my brokenness and showed me a song that changed my life. The words were,  “I may be weak, but Your Spirit is strong in me. My flesh may fail, but my God, You never will. Give me faith, to trust what You say. That You’re good and Your love is great.” 

That song was a catalyst in my decision to not give up, to not let the enemy pressure me to give in. After this new found encouragement and refreshment, my dream of being in nursing was still on my mind. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that nursing was what God called me to do. I now know that God was just preparing me and letting me feel what my patients would feel. He was letting me experience pain so I can relate to my patients, so I can have a greater empathy towards them.
If it wasn’t for Jesus, I would be “daddy-less” and would have given up a long time ago, but He sustained me through the toughest times of my life. He loved me when I felt unlovable; He encouraged me when I was down in the dumps. Not only did I find a renewed joy in my relationship with God, but through everything He carried me. He was also faithful to recently restore my body and rid me of all my previous allergies that plagued me for two years! If it wasn’t for Jesus, I don’t know where I would be. How could I not serve this God, this Healer, this Comforter, this King?