April 1991 ~ the time when I was taken out of Egypt.
Like the some of Israelites, I wasn't sure I wanted to go, but I went down with the plague and had little choice in the matter. No choice. I lost my job in London after falling ill with CFS or ME (or CFIDS as it's know in the states.)
Despite a few trials, I managed to cross the Read Sea and rather enjoyed wandering around in the wilderness. For me, this entailed spending twelve years in southern Africa, ever travelling and often camping in the desert. I was tempted to cast idols and make a fool of myself but got to actually study the Ten Commandments and rather enjoyed sleeping out under the stars.
On 1st January 2004 I was given the verse from Joshua 1 v 9, Be strong and courageous, not knowing that this would lead me into the Promised Land. In June that year I met a widower, a man I thought the Lord might want me to marry. I was praying for confirmation when I noticed a ring on his little finger and asked what was inscribed on it.
'Fortiter et Fideliter,' he declared.
'Strength and Courage'. I crossed the River Jordan.
You can read more
about how I came out of Egypt here
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