Sixteen years ago, our daughter gave birth to a wonderful baby girl. Since she had to work, and we were retired, we babysat our granddaughter.

When the baby was 3, my daughter suddenly announced that she didn’t make enough money to pay for my granddaughter’s health insurance and was sending the baby to her father to live until she got on her feet. I howled with grief. I had never been in such pain. It was like having my own child ripped from me. She never came back to live with us.

For 13 years, I have struggled with this grief. I cried each time my granddaughter left after visiting us on the weekends. I cried every day, mourning the loss. Each time I thought I had gotten over it, the grief would come back and grab me by the throat.

One day, we were watching Pastor Prince at breakfast, as is our custom. He was giving words of knowledge. At the end of the sermon, he said, “There is a lady who cries all the time. You are being healed.” Suddenly, I knew that was meant for me, and I received that Word. The shadow of grief has lifted from me!

When our granddaughter left that weekend, I was, of course, sad to see her go, but there was NO crying! Anytime I feel like I want to cry, I say to myself, “I don’t need to cry! God has healed me!”

That sermon was preached some time ago, but God is the God of time and space and sent it over the years just for me! How He cares for me! Thank you, Pastor Prince, for preaching God’s love and grace!