While suffering intensely from Lyme Disease, thousands of people prayed for my healing, and while I believe prayer, grace and David kept me barely alive, it was three years before Jesus miraculously healed me. If pain could be measured in distance, we would have circumnavigated the globe many times before that day of healing came.

My mind is churning like an over revved engine with all I want to talk to the King about today. I stride past the gate, and up the steps to the throne room, taking them two at a time in my haste…