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jjmggoss4ever
Nov 3, 2017

He's always right beside us.

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I've always had strong faith in God, but through the years as a single mom with 3 children many times as i would feel despair or worry God would again remind me he's always right beside me. God led me to volunteer and be very involved in my childrens' school and when divorce happened and i needed a job God put forward a job at their school so i could help support us and be there for them also. Through the years when child support wouldn't be there somehow God always brought miracles that carried us through. I was happy my children saw God's miracles up close. Even knowing of God's blessings and love something happened that could have changed that...7 years ago I lost my oldest child (my son) to suicide. After the initial moments of shock, disbelief and grief when i was told, I received my most impacting assurance of God's love and of him being right beside me...a calm, peacefulness washed over me as a feeling of God's arms around me. He spoke to me then and told me that my son was safe and happy with him in Heaven and would never be hurt by anyone again and have no more pain. That gift from God, as well as all the miracles he has bestowed on me helped me, and has helped me inspire others of God's constant presence in our lives.

Erin Ahnfeldt
Nov 5, 2017

Thank you for having the courage to share your story of God's incredible comfort! Only He could bring peace in the midst of losing a child, and now He is using you to comfort others. Your story proves God cares so much about our hearts. Count me in as one of those God has used you to inspire!

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