My father called me, “Victrocious.” It was a blend of atrocious and Vicki. I am sure my dad thought I was a handful.
My parents divorced, moved apart and everything changed for me. As a teenager, I spent a lot of time with the wrong people. I became an unwed mother who thought no one else mattered. I knew it all. God waited.
Participating at church was great. I helped in the nursery, became an AWANA leader, and was genuinely happy. I married my boyfriend, had two more children and we traveled around the states when he joined the Army. But my spirit wasn’t happy. I was trying to live a pseudo Catholic and Baptist worship. It wasn’t true to God. He waited.
Something was missing. As a teen, I was, “Saved.” I read various books for the Lord’s instruction, not really comprehending them and applying them to my personal life. He waited.
In my late 50’s, God spoke to me. This time I really listened. My pastor was witnessing to my unsaved husband when I felt convicted that I didn’t truly know the Lord either. I left the room to ask to know Him. That is when the term, “Shekinah Glory,” popped into my mind. It felt like a raw egg had broken over my head and was running down past my shoulders or like anointing oil pouring down over me. Reading the Bible became like lava burning away the chaff, it covers all in its path. God moved.
Just a while back, the doctors said I had NASH – non-alcoholic cirrhosis of the liver. I said, “That’s a death sentence!” The reply was, “Yes,” and that I had two years to live. Needless to say, people have prayed for me, primarily for my health. I have now passed two years. I’m still here because you and others have been praying for my healing. Thank you! He is moving.
My union continues with Christ, regardless of my feelings. I am no longer nonchalant – I no longer take the Holy Trinity for granted. God is healing me.
“God waited and waited and waited for me. Then He moved. And now He’s healing me!”
– Vicki Page