Three years ago, during yet another run of not hearing from my daughter, I sat in my bed with my Bible on my lap, a stack of brightly-colored note cards and a pen next to me, and I searched for promises I could hold on to. I wrote down 27 verses and taped them all over my wall in my closet where I would spend years standing, kneeling, crying and reciting. Months would come and go for years when I had no idea where she was. We would reconnect for a moment and she was gone again and the cycle would continue. I remember in October, through tears and a lot of pain, asking God what He was waiting for and why He wasn't bringing her back to us. One morning He answered me through that heavy, happy feeling that I call the Holy Spirit quietly whispering.. "I am waiting for you to be ready." I told Him I was indeed ready and the next day, which was the night before my daughters car accident, I had a heavy feeling to call two very dear friends to come over and pray with me for her life. We spent two hours on my couch praying specifically for the salvation of her life; for the restoration of everything the enemy had taken these past 8 years; and for her to be protected from all that had been going on. I had been praying relentlessly through anger, tears, turmoil, breathless moments when I knew bad things were happening, and hope. I knew it as it was happening with my friends in that moment that something had shifted. The next morning my daughter was in a head on collision. The firemen had to get a tool to cut her steel door and remove her from the wreckage where she was pinned in, not expected to survive.
It wasn't until a week or so after her accident when I saw this verse in a new light. That night I went through the Bible three years ago, I wrote down this promise from TPT:
Psalms 107:16 God spoke Be healed and she was healed, delivered from deaths gate. For he smashed through heavy prison doors and shattered steel bars to set her free.
If you notice in the above picture, I wrote down "shattered steel doors" on accident.. not knowing that was the promise He was actually giving me. He would literally shatter the steel doors of that back seat of the car to set her free.
For today, she's in our life, in our home, and she is restoring and returning and she's healing not only from the accident but from her life. For today. My prayers won't stop.
Believe in Him. Recite His promises. Don't give up. It may not look the way you think. Find the peace in it. He's getting you ready. That voice in your head that tells you His promises and holding Him to it are meant for other people not you, remind it whose daughter you are, boldly recite the promises back inserting your name (or the one you are praying for), and walk off with peace knowing He's got it. And do it again tomorrow.
Love, Coach Kim xoxo