Well it is the day after my prayer meeting with my husband and pastor. My husband dragged me kicking and screaming. I got there and couldn’t speak I was so afraid. We talked for a bit we held hands and we prayed — well they prayed. As they did God kept telling me to confess the sins of the body. It is the verse of Jesus saying that the body is a temple for the holy spirit and we should treat it as a temple. God clinched my heart and was not letting me leave my pastor’s office till I confessed. I did. It was tough. When my husband and I left we went to get something to eat– they know I haven’t been eating. We went home and I did a couple of things and then I laid down on my bed and the tears started. Actually more discriptive the sobs started I cried and cried what seems like a long time. My husband held me for a long time and adventually I fell asleep. Today I feel a little drained – not anxious- and not so down and all around better. Its is amazing how being covered over with prayer is such a blessing
till next time……………….