Last week, I drove down to San Diego Children's Hospital and sat in the parking lot so I could tell you my good news.

Thirteen years ago God asked me to be his feet. Six years after that God  asked me to be his hands. For ten  years I watched as everyone else excelled, and I stayed at home. Stuck.  The only thing I wasn't stuck were my quiet times. Daily Devotionals became my sanctuary as the skin peeled off my face, feet, and hands. Then a miracle happened. The Word healed me.

I am so honored to be past my humiliating and horrified days of living without any skin on my (DISCLAIMER: Do not click if you have a queasy stomach) Fingers, Hands, Feet.

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