Well, I got some news to share that I'm still in shock over.
I've been living here in Yorkton, these past 2 years, in a group care home. I've been very very, very ill since I was 7 years old. It progressively got worse over the span of the past 20 years. I'm turning 27 on the 22.
I got hammered so many times in those 2 decades that by the fall of 2024, I pretty much collapsed mentally and physically. I was finished.
The only thing that kept me sane, was Jesus. I was holding onto Him for dear life by that point.
Well, by then, my only option was to move off the farm, and into a home here in town. No other option, something had to give.
I'll cut to the chase.
March first of this year, I shall be leaving the care home, and going into a transition home. I'll be learning home ech. Budgeting. Grocery shopping. Ect. Ect.
You see, in those 2 years I've been here, I've gone from Level 5 care, to about a 1 to 2. All my illnesses are fully treated, and I'm stable.
What's even crazier, my nurses and social workers have never seen a person recover to such a degree, that I can be fully independent. It literally is not supposed to happen, they keep telling me.
I'm a miracle case guys.
My guys at church are just, in utter amazement too.
I feel good, my mind is calm, my thinking is clear, the fog has lifted, my body is back to full heath (just a bit of a pot belly still hanging on).
Dale, I don't understand why, with everything that I carry, I'm still sane. I just don't understand.
But what I do know is,
All your prayers and support guys, over the years, have turned my Lords grace upon me and my family, and we have peace.
God is mighty good, Isn't he.
