UNPLANNED PODCAST AS MY HH LEADS ME

I did an unplanned podcast (suggested by Erin) and after spending time with my HH He gave me the idea to do it casual over a cup of coffee.
Please coach me Erin, this was my first unplanned podcast and I did it in English, so I was a bit on my nerves but yes my Husband took over, so later I got a little emotional so I hope you can’t hear that, but that is a raw peace that my HH will use for the good if you can hear it.
I posted it on the Afrikaans: Uiteindelik Hoop and I also put it here for the advice, so that it can help all of us.

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8 thoughts on “UNPLANNED PODCAST AS MY HH LEADS ME”

Thank you Janine l really enjoyed listening to your podcast!! Thank you for sharing your heart about your son and his disability and how the Lord used it to do open heart surgery on you 💓❤️💗

Janine says:

June 28, 2023 at 6:13 am

Thank you so much dear Atarah, wow I love the way you put Atarah that the Lord used it to do open heart surgery.

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Janine thank you for sharing this podcast. It touched me, as I to have a 17 year old son with a disability and I know the feeling of putting blame on myself and guilt like I did something to cause it. As you did, I asked the Lord for forgiveness if it was something caused by me. I absolutely love how your son told you that you could stop praying for his healing and that he is fine!! 💕 and also when you said that the other children were perfect and it was your heart that was disabled. Thanks to our Beloved for that pain. It’s made me cling to Him even more. He is definitely molding us.

This is a long made up story by an unknown author, but it relates. I hope it’s ok that I post it here. I love this little Teacup Story.

The Teacup Story
There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in the beautiful stores. They both liked antiques and pottery and especially teacups. This was their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.
One day in this beautiful shop they saw a beautiful cup. They said, “May we see that? We’ve never seen one quite so beautiful.”
As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the cup spoke. “You don’t understand,” it said. “I haven’t always been a teacup. There was a time when I was red and I was clay. My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, ‘let me alone,’ but he only smiled, ‘Not yet.’
“Then I was placed on a spinning wheel,” the cup said, “and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. Stop it! I’m getting dizzy! I screamed. But the master only nodded and said, ‘Not yet.’
“Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat!” the teacup said. “I wondered why he wanted to burn me, and I yelled and knocked at the door. I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as He shook his head, ‘Not yet.’
“Finally the door opened, he put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. ‘There, that’s better,’ I said. And he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. ‘Stop it, stop it!’ I cried. He only nodded, ‘Not yet.’
“Then suddenly he put me back into the oven, not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. All the time I could see him through the opening, nodding his head saying, ‘Not yet.’
“Then I knew there wasn’t any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give up. But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf.
One hour later he handed me a mirror and said, ‘Look at yourself.’ And I did. I said, ‘That’s not me; that couldn’t be me. It’s beautiful. I’m beautiful.’
“‘I want you to remember, then,’ he said, ‘I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I had left you alone, you’d have dried up.
I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled.
I knew it hurt and was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn’t put you there, you would have cracked.
I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn’t done that, you never would have hardened; you would not have had any color in your life.
And if I hadn’t put you back in that second oven, you wouldn’t survive for very long because the hardness would not have held.
Now you are a finished product. You are what I had in mind when I first began with you.'”

~ Author Unknown

Thank you for sharing dear Hope, I love what the Lord does and what a beautiful story you shared. My son too is 17 years old. I must do a podcast with you, that will be so inspiring to other mothers that are in the same situation.