Reach Her · Wendy Pope

Wendy,
Thank you for your gift of “What to Do in the Wait” when I purchased on your ebook. I just listened to it, and it reaffirmed what God has promised to me as His vision for my life, and what is to come, as well as confirming that I am on target with what I have been doing while I have been waiting. In 2000, I was working as a school counselor when I stepped in to prevent a child from physically harming himself and others. It resulted in spinal / back injuries and an ankle injury which rendered me physically disabled for nearly five years, before God miraculously healed my body, and allowed me to walk again. I wish I could say that the school district I was employed by was supportive, but instead they tried to deny the event had occurred. Though unable to walk, I took a stand, and laws were changed for other educators who were injured by students, but I lost everything. In the process, I learned at a greater level what it means to forgive those who have the power to do good, and choose not to. I also learned more of the depths of the love and faithfulness of my God. When the doctors said I would never walk again, diagnosed Reflexive Sympathetic Dystrophy, and said I might lose my foot from the nerve damage, recommended a wheelchair with a morphine pump for the pain, God led me to Proverbs 3:26, and promised my foot would NOT be taken, that HE would be my confidence, and that I would walk again. When God had miraculously healed my body, and I could work again, I took a job as a director for a day treatment program for severely emotionally disturbed adults, then a year later a position as a play therapist with children who had been abused, before starting my own private practice in 2006. Shortly after, I was sitting at a red light and heard a thud. I wondered why the car in front of me was backing up over me, but the reality was that I had been hit from behind and was shoved forward. The brain injury resulting left me unable to speak, read, or write with a severe brain injury. My prognosis was not good. Once again, the Lord was my confidence. Unable to even have the cognitive ability to formulate thoughts to pray, for the first time I felt separated from God. I was unable to even remember the names of my friends. God led me to play His word on CD at night as I slept. There is healing power in the Word of God. I could not form thoughts to pray, yet God reassured me one night He brought two combined verses to mind… “I WILL cover you with my feathers, and under MY wings will you trust… until these calamaties are overpassed.” I knew He would heal my brain, and restore me, and do greater things than I could imagine. From that night forward, I could not remember names for common objects, or my friend’s names, but I could remember entire chapters of the Bible from memory. Healing from the brain injury was a journey. Slowly, it took place over time. Then, six months later, there was another car wreck, and another brain injury. I started over from square one. Began to heal again… then yet another car wreck a year later, and yet another brain injury. Starting all over to heal again. In the midst of the calamaties, God WAS faithful. I learned to do the daily tasks again of living. My brain healed. God has kept all of my clinical counseling knowledge and skills somehow intact, even with the brain injuries, as my brain began to heal… it was all still there! In November 2010, I was about to start a private counseling practice in Charlotte, when my home was destroyed by pesticides by my apartment complex. It was devastating. I nearly died from the exposure. My dog did die from it. I became homeless when the pesticides destroyed my home. I was victimized while I was homeless. I sustained vocal chord damage from the pesticides, and spent a few years in voice therapy, regaining strength in my voice. And yet, God has been faithful. I was able to lead a young girl who was being victimized to Christ during my homelessness. I was able to minister to those whose pets were killed. Most recently, July 1, 2013, I finally was able to move into my own place. A beautiful place high in the mountains, where daily God paints me a new living scenic vista with the clouds in His mountains. It’s safe. It is beautiful. It is peaceful. A perfect place to write books that will glorify him by leading others to Him… books that will be utilized in healing the wounded body of Christ. My new home is high above a beautiful community, where I can start a part-time private counseling practice. God says in the Psalms that when we call to Him for help, that He rides on the wing to come to our rescue. That all of creation heeds his command, the sky, the lightening… that they all are utilized by Him to come to the aid of His children who cry out to Him. We serve a God who is even greater than that. He comes, even when we can’t cry out to him. When our bodies and brains are so wounded and broken that we cannot cry out, when our voice is gone and when we have no strength to call His name, He sees the cry of our hearts… and He comes. Riding on the wings of the wind and the clouds, in all His glory. He comes. With sure and steady promises. Able to do far more than we can dare to think or imagine. He comes. Halleluiah. He comes. Even in the waiting. He comes. The days and months ahead for me will require planning… planning for the private practice. Trusting Him for resources I lack. Trusting Him for guidance as I begin a writing career. Trusting Him to give me enough of a voice to do what He calls me to do. Not knowing the way, but knowing HIM. The one who comes. The one who is there, all along… in all our waiting. Halleluiah, He comes!!!

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kim mccaleb says:

August 16, 2013 at 12:12 pm

Wendy,
Thank you for your gift of “What to Do in the Wait” when I purchased on your ebook. I just listened to it, and it reaffirmed what God has promised to me as His vision for my life, and what is to come, as well as confirming that I am on target with what I have been doing while I have been waiting. In 2000, I was working as a school counselor when I stepped in to prevent a child from physically harming himself and others. It resulted in spinal / back injuries and an ankle injury which rendered me physically disabled for nearly five years, before God miraculously healed my body, and allowed me to walk again. I wish I could say that the school district I was employed by was supportive, but instead they tried to deny the event had occurred. Though unable to walk, I took a stand, and laws were changed for other educators who were injured by students, but I lost everything. In the process, I learned at a greater level what it means to forgive those who have the power to do good, and choose not to. I also learned more of the depths of the love and faithfulness of my God. When the doctors said I would never walk again, diagnosed Reflexive Sympathetic Dystrophy, and said I might lose my foot from the nerve damage, recommended a wheelchair with a morphine pump for the pain, God led me to Proverbs 3:26, and promised my foot would NOT be taken, that HE would be my confidence, and that I would walk again. When God had miraculously healed my body, and I could work again, I took a job as a director for a day treatment program for severely emotionally disturbed adults, then a year later a position as a play therapist with children who had been abused, before starting my own private practice in 2006. Shortly after, I was sitting at a red light and heard a thud. I wondered why the car in front of me was backing up over me, but the reality was that I had been hit from behind and was shoved forward. The brain injury resulting left me unable to speak, read, or write with a severe brain injury. My prognosis was not good. Once again, the Lord was my confidence. Unable to even have the cognitive ability to formulate thoughts to pray, for the first time I felt separated from God. I was unable to even remember the names of my friends. God led me to play His word on CD at night as I slept. There is healing power in the Word of God. I could not form thoughts to pray, yet God reassured me one night He brought two combined verses to mind… “I WILL cover you with my feathers, and under MY wings will you trust… until these calamaties are overpassed.” I knew He would heal my brain, and restore me, and do greater things than I could imagine. From that night forward, I could not remember names for common objects, or my friend’s names, but I could remember entire chapters of the Bible from memory. Healing from the brain injury was a journey. Slowly, it took place over time. Then, six months later, there was another car wreck, and another brain injury. I started over from square one. Began to heal again… then yet another car wreck a year later, and yet another brain injury. Starting all over to heal again. In the midst of the calamaties, God WAS faithful. I learned to do the daily tasks again of living. My brain healed. God has kept all of my clinical counseling knowledge and skills somehow intact, even with the brain injuries, as my brain began to heal… it was all still there! In November 2010, I was about to start a private counseling practice in Charlotte, when my home was destroyed by pesticides by my apartment complex. It was devastating. I nearly died from the exposure. My dog did die from it. I became homeless when the pesticides destroyed my home. I was victimized while I was homeless. I sustained vocal chord damage from the pesticides, and spent a few years in voice therapy, regaining strength in my voice. And yet, God has been faithful. I was able to lead a young girl who was being victimized to Christ during my homelessness. I was able to minister to those whose pets were killed. Most recently, July 1, 2013, I finally was able to move into my own place. A beautiful place high in the mountains, where daily God paints me a new living scenic vista with the clouds in His mountains. It’s safe. It is beautiful. It is peaceful. A perfect place to write books that will glorify him by leading others to Him… books that will be utilized in healing the wounded body of Christ. My new home is high above a beautiful community, where I can start a part-time private counseling practice. God says in the Psalms that when we call to Him for help, that He rides on the wing to come to our rescue. That all of creation heeds his command, the sky, the lightening… that they all are utilized by Him to come to the aid of His children who cry out to Him. We serve a God who is even greater than that. He comes, even when we can’t cry out to him. When our bodies and brains are so wounded and broken that we cannot cry out, when our voice is gone and when we have no strength to call His name, He sees the cry of our hearts… and He comes. Riding on the wings of the wind and the clouds, in all His glory. He comes. With sure and steady promises. Able to do far more than we can dare to think or imagine. He comes. Halleluiah. He comes. Even in the waiting. He comes. The days and months ahead for me will require planning… planning for the private practice. Trusting Him for resources I lack. Trusting Him for guidance as I begin a writing career. Trusting Him to give me enough of a voice to do what He calls me to do. Not knowing the way, but knowing HIM. The one who comes. The one who is there, all along… in all our waiting. Halleluiah, He comes!!!
Julie Sharp says:

August 17, 2013 at 1:43 pm

Thank you, Wendy! I have signed up for monthly partnership and also for your fall study in Psalms. P31 has made a significant difference in my life and in my home. Loving God and loving people can change our world!

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