I was on the floor of my prayer closet this week, and it was pitch black. I was there in need of a personal breakthrough.

Worship music was playing quietly, and I was reminded of God’s faithfulness.

“Even when I don’t see it, You’re working, Even when I don’t feel it, You’re working, You never stop working…” As the tune filled my heart, I began to think of all the ways God has shown His sovereign will over my life.

I like books. I can sit in a library for hours. I like studying. But I’m not a genius.

So when I had this far-fetched dream to go into the field of medicine, my chances seemed impossible…especially when I compared myself to the high achievers around me.  In my prayer journal, I told God my dream. Years went by, as my journal can attest.

Same dream, same prayer.

I can’t even describe the feeling I had when I opened the letter that invited me for my first interview to a medical school.

God is my way maker ..and He’s more.

My mom’s kidneys failed, and she needed dialysis to keep her body healthy.

First, she needed hemodialysis three times a week.

Then, she later switched to home dialysis. This meant that every single day, she would be sitting in a recliner for hours at a time hooked up to a machine.

We prayed for a miracle.

And it came…in the form of new kidneys.

God is our miracle worker. That’s not all…

During my training, I had the incredible opportunity to live in a part of Texas to experience rural medicine. It was a small little town where errbody knew errbody.

My home during this time was a little one-room garage apartment in a dimly lit wooded area with a jiggly lock. It was quaint inside, but I sure missed the comfort (and safety!) of my own apartment in the city.

When I think of how God kept me safe all those times I stayed there, I am so grateful! He kept His promise to “cover me with his angels”. (Psalm 91)

God is my promise keeper….but wait, there’s more.

”Don’t cry, Betsy..” my cousin said gently, comforting me over the phone. She had just heard my frustrations on meeting many nice guys over the past months, but just not the right one.

I felt alone and shed many tears.  I had a desire to be married, but felt like I was hitting a brick wall.

Not long after that conversation, I was at a prayer meeting, and I decided that the only thing I would pray about that evening was for a spouse. Just that one request… I was just going to give it to God.

That very night, on my way home from the meeting, there was a voicemail from my mother asking me to meet a nice boy.

Nice boy is now my husband.

God is my light in the darkness.

Today, I’m still waiting on my breakthrough.

And I know it’s coming because I will “wrestle in prayer” as Paul described his friend Epaphras doing until I get it. (Colossians 4:12 NIV)

Are you also waiting on a breakthrough?

Agree in prayer with me that it’s coming because we can trust our Father who will make a way when it seems impossible.

~Betsy

Lyrics from “Waymaker” by Sinach