The Word and His Pen

 Well it's two in the morning right now...  One of the downsides to having a brachial plexus injury/ paralyzed arm is the pain. In the past couple years I've learned a lot about pain.  Lately it's been doing alright but there's some nights, or mornings like this, where the usual pain meds and compression sleeve and glove seem to do nothing and I can't sleep.     So come to think of it, I've been daily dealing with fairly constant pain since December of 2018.  I can't relate to everyone's pain. Mine has been less than some and more than others. So I will speak only of my thoughts, and experiences of my own pain.   I am familiar with pain, both physical and emotional.  I was hit by a car. My used-to-be dominant arm is paralyzed, with a rarer injury, the kind that only come from "accidents". I had a concussion.  I have sixteen scars from the ordeal. Only one of those scars came directly from the car, the other fifteen came from surgery. I've h

 Who are you?  It's a bigger question than you might think.  What have you allowed to define you? What is so important that you consider it to be part of your identity? What do you not allow to define you? What are the lies that you believe and accept about yourself? Identity is a battle, I believe, for many people. Not knowing who we are, or being secure in who we are, can bring up fear, depression, and panic. At least this is what I have experienced. When I forget who I am I give away the voice to define me to many people, things, or circumstances. Even strangers. I worry about what they're thinking about me, if there is something wrong with how I look, and if I'm doing something right or wrong. Then if these worries become too persistent, I start to feel panicked and start questioning myself. So, quite often if I'm in a panicked state and I make a mistake, my mind can straight away go to questioning my worth and letting in the lies of the devil. This leads to me havi

 This is going to be a longer post, just a warning. ;) On a side note, I Testify is an awesome song by Nigerian gospel singer Ada, and was probably my theme song for a couple years. This post is more background on me and testifying the goodness of God in my life.  Firstly, God. I know not all of my readers will be Christian, I have no issues with that at all, in fact just the opposite, just be aware that I am Christian, God is my Life, and I will be posting a lot of Christian material. Especially seeing as He is the reason I started this blog in the first place. Also, I believe in Jesus, and that God speaks and works here on earth through the Holy Spirit. He gave me the name for this blog several years ago. The Word and His Pen. He is the Word and I am His Pen. One of His many instruments here on earth that He uses to speak through.  I was baptized in Tanzania, East Africa, when I was seven years old. One of my older friends had lead another friend of mine, my own age to Christ. My par

 Hello Readers! This is my first time doing anything of this sort, so please forgive, and hang with me as I stumble through it.  So a little bit about myself.  My name is Grace Miller. First and foremost I am a Christian, a Daughter of the Most High King. Secondly, don't ask me where I'm from, ;) I am an MK, missionary kid, so many of my blog posts will be from that perspective and my journey thus far. I was raised in four different countries and have visited seven countries so far. So that's just a little taste of why answering the question, "Where are you from?" is extremely difficult.  Random fun facts about me. -  I am bilingual. - I still absolutely listen to Veggie Tales silly songs and Adventures in Odyssey. - I love watching movies, Disney, Pixar, Dreamworks, and the Kendrick Brothers - I love listening to music. All Christian, but a wide variety. Rap, rock, hip hop, Nigerian and Liberian gospel, Middle Eastern, and hymns. - I was hit by a car a couple yea