As I was in my kitchen cooking, I began to pray openly to God. I began to tell him my concerns as a whole mother. Life is so different when you become a mother. You view things differently. Your concerns change and you become last while your child becomes first. As I began to pour out my heart to God… He said these beautiful and yet simple words… He said, “Trust me.”  

I must trust God in the face of war. I must trust God when baby formula is literally $57 for ONE can. Not even a big can –_- . I must trust God during persecution. I must trust God.  

I am former military. I believe God gave me a daughter because I needed to calm down and be gentle. My baby does not even understand what struggle is because she is shielded from everything. She does not know what it means to go without clothes. She does not know what it means to be hungry. She does not know what it means to not even watch her favorite Veggie Tales show on demand. Literally… My TV is now her TV. But as I look at her and how she sometimes cries because her show went off… I sometimes am forced to realize that she has no idea. She has no idea that a baby in another country right now just lost their mother in a war.  

I began to ask God to help me to raise her… so that she is grateful and remembers that there is someone somewhere else that is literally pleading with God for what she has. But that is not just her that is all of us.  

As these thoughts began to swarm in my mind while I cooked … God said open the cabinet and grab the raw honey. I did… And I read the bottle. The bottle had a bible verse on it. It read  

“How sweet are thy words unto my taste! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth!” – Psalms 119:103 

As I began to talk to God… He reminded of all that he carried me through. Through this all I must remain positive, and I must remember… that God purposed and designed my life… To be sweeter than honey ..  

Sincerely Diamond