Have you ever experienced perfect love?
As women, I think we have in our minds what it would be like to be perfectly loved. We imagine soft strokes of our hair, tender kisses on our face, being held tightly, and so much more. The relationship we look for is undying, safety, provision, and security. We can close our eyes and imagine how our hearts could be perfectly loved and when we open our eyes reality is in front of us. Our husbands can not be all those things all the time. What if I told you that there is One who does love you in such a way, all the time, and who is ready with open arms to be all that your heart needs.
During prayer today I was overwhelmed with love of Jesus. I always ask the Spirit to teach me. I feel as though as I am approaching 40 and having been in church my entire life, I am finally allowing God to unravel all the things that are not true, that are not of Him, that are religious in nature and not about a relationship. New terminology is entering my life, my prayers are more passionate, my hope and faith are now found in Him and not others. So much about my spiritual walk is morphing into a dance with Jesus.
During prayer today I saw, in my minds eye, a girl kneeling in her prayer closet, face covered by her hands, bowing before the Lord in fervent prayer. I asked for clarity and I was suddenly looking over this girl in my own prayer closet. That girl was me. Like so many times during prayer my body language is that I'm trying to squeeze out answers, to put pressure on God to answer prayers, to just sit in a fetal state and rock with expectation. It's tiring. Exhausting sometimes.
Then, something different happened. I stood up and dressed in white (yes, white because if you know me you know I own nothing white) and I began to twirl. Arms open wide, like the wings of an eagle, and I danced. My body freely moving and spinning. Like when I was a little girl and would spin and spin but always just before losing control I would stop. Only this time, I was losing control and suddenly I was swing with arms out and holding my hands were the hands of Jesus. We were yoked together and all I could see clearly was his face. Everything around me was spinning as we danced. I lost all control and let Him lead. I didn't fall, I didn't land. I just enjoyed His presence, His control, His enjoyment of being with me. Then when it all stopped. He pulled me close and kissed my face. I am His and He is mine.
I tears I thanked Him, I thanked God and I thanked the Holy Spirit for showing me this kind of love. I have NEVER seen Jesus as loving me this way. While God is my Daddy God, my Abba, and so much more, I am a bride of Christ. He loves me perfectly, just the way I am. I was overwhelmed by this realization. I have loved Him for what he did for me on the cross but it wasn't until today that I felt His love wash over me the way He intended it to be.
As I rose up from prayer, all I wanted to do was share this with others, uninhibited and purely sincere. Sisters! We are loved! We are loved beyond an earthly love or feeling. We are cherished down to our very being, our soul; and our Savior wants nothing more than to dance with us. Let Him take control. Become yoked to Him and forget about what the world would have you do. Let Him take control of this dance in this life's journey; be led by Him. Keep your eyes on the One that loves you. He is calling us to Him.
Jesus Loves Me
I was lost
I was in chains
The world had a hold of me
My heart was a stone
I was covered in shame
When He came for me
I couldn't run, couldn't run from His presence
I couldn't run, couldn't run from His arms
Jesus, He loves me, He loves me, He is for me
Jesus, how can it be, He loves me, He is for me
And it was a fire
Deep in my soul
I'll never be the same
I stepped out of the dark
And into the light
When He called my name
I couldn't run, couldn't run from His presence
I couldn't run, couldn't run from His arms
Jesus, He loves me, He loves me, He is for me
Jesus, how can it be, He loves me, He is for me
He holds the stars and He holds my heart
With healing hands that bear the scars
The rugged cross where He died for me
My only hope, my everything
Jesus, He loves me
He loves me, oh
Jesus, how can it be, He loves me, He is for me
He loves me (He loves me, He loves me)
He is for me (He loves me, He loves me)
My God it's amazing oh
Jesus loves me
Songwriters: Christopher Tomlin
As my husband and I are moving closer, day by day, towards the adoption of our foster babies God has been opening up scripture and circumstances He needs us to be aware of.
Today while sitting in my car, like many moms do, letting the toddler finish her nap, I opened my Bible. I always love to let it fall open and I just pray the Holy Spirit use the scripture to reveal God to me. He truly never fails.
My Bible fell open to the Book of Esther.
With any adoption there is a process. An individual, relative or not, is taking on the responsibility and role of parenthood for a child that is not their own. Mordecai adopted his younger cousin Esther after the death of her parents. He assumed the role of father in her life. Just like Joseph assumes the role of earthly father to Jesus and recognized him as his own son in the eyes of God and man. This gave all traceable heritage and rights through Joseph to Jesus. (Matt 1:1-25). He was then assigned legal claim to the Davidic throne.
Spiritually, we are the children of God by way of adoption just as Jesus was the child of Joseph by adoption. The process of adoption gives the adoptee full family standing and rights. (Romans 8:17-17). This process and exchange is legally binding, God-blessed, and divinely authorized for passing on family inheritance. (Gal 4:5, Eph 1:5)
I have read so many negative comments from adoptees recently and even those from birth mothers that would break your heart. The brokenness that must happen for adoption to occur can cause trauma for all parties. The only answer to healing of that brokenness is Jesus.
Adoption describes a believers relationship with the Lord (Gal4:3-7, Eph 1:1-6). When person excepts Jesus as Savior, the Holy Spirit completes the transaction of adoption on our behalf. As women and men we become the daughters and sons of He, our Abba (Daddy God). As God's adopted daughters and sons , we will inherit a perfect home with Him and are given immediate access to Him for comfort, direction, and provision. He adopted us with love and pleasure that will never be revoked.
Blueberries are one of my very favorite fruits. They grow wild around here. I have a friend that made me blueberry jam recently and I ration it's deliciousness.
When the Lord speaks to me on matters of my heart He does so in many ways. One way is through vision and dreams. This evening I found myself tested a bit. A bit heated. A bit under fire. Often times I do not like my own spontaneous reactions. They aren't pretty when I let a situation get the best of me. However, the Lord showed me an image of fresh blueberries on their bush waiting to be picked.
He was quick to remind me that when you cook or mash a blueberry you actually get the color purple. So I asked friends what they thought of when presented the word purple and the answers were such a variety but the one that stood out was Royalty. Jesus.
So, I looked up a bit on the color purple. Some say it's significant because red and blue make purple. Some point out that the color purple was expensive to use as a dye. Some pointed out that Jesus was clothed in purple before dying on the cross. What I thought was interesting was was red signifies the blood and blue signifies the law or even heaven.
What the Lord needed me to recognize was that when this fruit is under pressure it exudes purple. When I am under pressure I should do the same. I should remember Whose daughter I am and Who paid the price for me to be free. Nothing should come out of me that does not represent who I am. I am a daughter of the King of kings.
My demeanor under pressure should be that of royalty and excellence; prestige and nobility. I should believe that my Father who holds the keys to His Kingdom has also given me access. I should believe that no weapon formed against me will prevail. I should remember the wealth He has bestowed in this life's journey and that which He has prepared for me with Him.
He lives and rules in the hearts of those who are His. I am one of those.
Having received forgiveness through His blood, we will one day enter into Heaven and see our King in all His splendor.
His tiny "blue" berry reminds us of Whose we are.
This morning on my way to church my 15 year old son was sitting next to me with earphones in, mad. James , my husband, had to work today to be off Friday, a VERY important day for our family. So, it was on me to make sure we were at church. As typical on Sunday in our house, an argument broke out and some behavior between brothers was less than favorable (I'm being very vague here, I know).
After some words back and forth my boy put his headphones in and I thought "Doesn't matter what Sunday, any Sunday morning someone is arguing before church." (Get behind me Satan)
I've never raised a teenage boy before. I am treading in new waters and I have two more coming up quickly behind the first. For a few weeks I have asked about book recommendations, prayed, read devotionals, and asked for advice on raising boys. I've tuned into my Titus women whom I respect for raising godly men. Still, today I gripped the steering wheel and prayed a silent prayer that I do better with my actions, reactions, and words. Any momma's feeling me?
Is it true that if your teenager isn't mad at you, you're doing it wrong? Does it have to be that way? I can not stand that my oldest son, as good and responsible as he is, is mad at me. I want him to understand why I do what I do because it's out of love and to see that I just want the best. Isn't that what we all want?
I pray over my children so often and ask for so much wisdom. Today was no exception. As I walked into my Sunday School class after delivering all the "smalls" to their appropriate locations I took a deep breath. It actually felt good to expand my chest and let it all out. I was handed the prayer request book and scribbled down "wisdom on how to raise a teenager" and a few others and passed it on. I sighed again. It felt good to sigh.
I opened my lesson and my Bible and after a few minutes my friend and teacher stood up and wrote "With Love...." on the board beside her. She was referencing how we are supposed to do everything with LOVE. Then, as God does, He started transforming the words coming out of her mouth to be exactly what I needed to hear. She said something about her coworkers and "building them up." What I heard was "everything you say to him should be to build him up, never to tear him down." That's it!
It's so easy sometimes to hurt others when you're offended or your toes are stepped on and especially since teenagers have such "big feet" and seem to step on toes often.
Build him up with words of love.
We forget that sometimes correcting wrong behavior doesn't have to be with discipline and consequence but sometimes we can use the opportunity to remind our sons and daughters of who they are, that they have a purpose, that they are loved and that they are important. Sometimes all that lashing out and hormonal anger just needs us to dissolve it all with loving kindness and words of wisdom that make them better people to build them up.
It's not easy.
It's worth it.
Proverbs 16:24 says that "pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweet to the souls and healing to the bones.
This is the verse I choose to meditate over. Like my friend and teacher says "as you mediate, God will take you deeper and peel back the layers." I am praying that it is so.
Foster Care | Savings, paying off debt, making room, filling out paper work, training, classes, home inspections...so many things to do to prepare, to feel prepared.
It's just a feeling.
You just want to be ready. God has it already prepared but we can't see it so we do as much as we feel we can and hope. We spend time preparing, sharing, and praying, those are the 3 things that we do.
The beginning process of fostering is like standing at the edge of the ocean shore. All the work behind you and you look out on the ocean with hope. There is an ocean waiting for you to enter.
But before you do, you built sand castles. Tedious work, thoughtful, but fragile and beautiful but right on the edge. Then when you are ready...You are dipping your toes in the water. You are looking out over the vast waters. They are beautiful and deep. Jesus is calling you out. He wants you in the boat.
The ocean is SO big and beautiful, the sounds are soothing and the rhythm of the world is at your feet. The sands shift under your weight, it moves around your feet as you step out into the ocean. At first it is warm, it is thrilling, it is magical...then you step a bit further and you see the life beneath the waves that is watching you, that is curious, that keeps its distance. You may or may not be able to see the ocean floor and the waves could be pounding but you know, if you can just get past the crashing waves there is a rolling peace in the deep...you just have to tread. A little further and you find that you begin to feel weightless and less in control, that you can sink your body under the surface, under the service, still touching the bottom and still able to bounce up and breathe. So while the treading seems easy at first and the waves are behind you, the billowing of the oceans lifts and drops you up and down. Out in the deeper waters it can get so deep you can't even imagine how far down it goes. Have you thought about the boat? The danger rises and your faith shakes. You want to turn back but at some point you are too far out. Even your calls for help can't be heard...but they are heard. Because in the deep is where you find Jesus. In the deep is where you want to be. It's where you were called.
The day comes...
Foster babies or children arrive. What's a mother to do? While out in the deep waters you scoop them up and put them in the boat that's waiting. They're safe in the boat. But their baggage. That stuff they brought with them, the hurt, pain, neglect, drugs, withdrawals, trauma, brokenness...its all baggage. What's a momma to do? Carry it of course.
So, you do.
The waves rise and fall and you're in the deep waters and you're treading hard. The boat looks safe but someone has to hold the baggage. You can't climb in a boat with baggage. So you tread. You sink awhile and you swim awhile. You see Jesus. He's offering to help. His hand reaches out but "you've got this". Just pray about it. Pray for that strength and endurance. He'll give it to you.
That's not what He wants to give. He wants to take.
Then, it happens, when nothing else works. You sink. You're sinking and you can't let go. Your arms are wrapped so tight to that baggage that's bringing you down. You're drowning. You see shimmers of hope above you but how can you get there?. How can you find the surface? Then you hear it. That still, small voice say "let go".
LET GO! Let go! let go...
You relinquish your trying and you open your arms and you float to the surface. No struggle. Just float up. As you surface you see Jesus. He's there like he's always been. Just above the surface. He takes your hand and puts you in the safe place...where you belonged the entire time.
Breathe. Oh breath of God. Breathe.
When you turn and look at the shore, it is beautiful. You realize you'd been building sandcastles all these years. Staying where it's warm and safe. You have looked out over the ocean and marveled at it's vastness. You continued to enjoy riding the waves and building your sandcastles.
Aren't they beautiful?
Wait! But where'd they go?
Time, rain, waves, storms, wash them all away. What was most important. What was ever lasting?
Moving your feet towards the waters can sometimes be the hardest part. Taking that first step is most important. You can enjoy the ocean for as deep as you like but Jesus wanted you in the boat with your eyes on Him always. If you pick up the baggage after He's called you out, you sink.
So, because it is new and your don't know what to expect you sit on the shore line.
Stop building sandcastles and dreaming, and put your eyes on the deep.
As we move forward we are going to continue to witness the devil and his evil spirits come under attack. The last thing he wants is for us to raise up a daughter or son of His, a princess in His kingdom. We will pray daily, call on His name, ask others to pray, and have faith in Him.
There is a Bible story about King Asa of Judah, he did what was good and right with the Lord. He removed the foreign alters and smashed anything that was dishonoring to God. He brought peace to Judah and the Lord gave Him rest. When it was time for battle, he called on God for help.
"Lord, there is no one like you to help the powerless against the mighty." 2 Chronicles 14:11
God helps the powerless. Powerless is exactly how I know I feel at some point. In the mean time, we have decisions to make regarding our home and family. We have to get ready so that we move forward in peace and when the time comes, when the devil attacks, we can rely on Jesus.
...we will find Him in the deep!
God has been all over me to dig in His Word today. As I sit down to do some reading I decide it's probably a good idea to start with the book He keeps pushing towards me today...Exodus. So I open up to Exodus and my eyes fall on a section called "Bricks Without Straw" and this part of a scripture...
"...They are lazy, that is why they are crying out..." Exodus 5:8
Lazy...hmmm, where did I see that word today? Oh yes, I remember, in my vintage "Anti-Satan Kit" I just bought at one of our little antique stores in town. I saw it and had to have it! The card that I pulled out first was "Laziness", I even took a picture of it to show my finds earlier today.
The card read...
"Relax. You need your rest. Besides, what can you do?..."
God had told me recently to stop crying out and just move forward, so today was better than yesterday. What I've found is, that the busier I am, the less time I spend with Him and so I get frustrated with the balance of trusting in Him and spending time with Him (which can feel lazy) and then working and moving forward. It's a hard balance, let's face it. It's simply not true that we are lazy when we spend precious time with Him.
Then I read this... "Make the work harder for the men so that they keep working and pay no attention to lies." Exodus 5:9
Lies (according to the Pharaoh) being that we are to take time to worship our God and spend time with him. Make the work harder by making them collect the straw. Like a ton of bricks, yes pun intended, I realized that my work gets harder as a distraction. I'm doing all the "little" things that God could be handling. When it feels too hard or that I'm being drawn away from my time with Him, then that work is fruitless. It's time to rest and be refilled.
MAKE BRICKS! Make Bricks! make bricks...
The scripture makes it very clear that the Israelite's were to continue making the same amount of bricks, everyday AND that included collecting the straw to go in them. Just because the Pharaoh added to their work didn't mean he wanted them to produce less...this was all on purpose.
As a mom, I deceive myself into thinking I can do everything. My kids should have fresh hair cuts, their clothes should be neatly hanging in their closet, their meals should all be healthy, the house should always be clean, and so on. As a wife, I do the same thing. I picture every mom or wife I have seen through the years and admired. I remember my mothers immaculate house, my friends polished children', the friends whose clothes look dry cleaned, the meals the magazine moms make, and I mentally punish myself for not being the best, better even, and I question my abilities. Did I remember all their dentist appointments, are the doctors bills paid up, is the toilet paper in the guest bathroom...is it clean.
i need to was dishes...MAKE BRICKS!
I have phone calls to make...MAKE BRICKS!
I have dinner to cook...MAKE BRICKS!
I have fold laundry...MAKE BRICKS!
I need to match socks...MAKE BRICKS!
Sometimes, it feels like I'm expected to make bricks but first there are 100 other things I need to do first. The Israelite's had to gather straw first to make their bricks, their work became harder but God had a plan for release.
A great lie...
All those 100 little things are necessary in order to make my "bricks" and my work complete but are those little things keeping me from worshiping my GOD! My God who is capable who gave me the verse Psalms 121:1-2. Where does my help come from? It comes from the Lord. I am lying to myself when I tell myself I can do it ALL!
My friend says "I can do all things but I don't have to do all the things."
So, while I need to keep making my bricks for now, God has claimed victory for me if I'll release and let Him help. He will accomplish more than I ever thought I could on my own. Exodus 6:6
Oh and don't forget...
The straw, while very important and very much needed could be collected by someone else...delegate!
I won't always be making bricks.
And it shall come to pass, while my glory passes by, that I will put you in a cleft of the rock, and will cover you with my hand while I pass by: exodus 33:22
This scripture has been on my mind for about a week now. The imagery of being inside a cleft or cave and having God cover the opening with his hand. Covered in darkness.
How many times do you feel as if you are in a dark place, like things aren't going our way?
When God places you in a place that he knows will become dark and gloomy, that it may be cold and lonely, that it may be frightening or silent, he is doing so to protect us. He places you there with love and intention.
Unbeknownst to you, He is passing by. Beyond the darkness, beyond the feeling that there is no way out, His glory is passing by and you don't even know it.
When He removes his hand and you can step out into the light, you will be stepping out into the wake of His glory and all the things that you were protected from, you may never even know. What you should focus on is that He walked ahead and protected you. He did so because you have a purpose. He's not done with you yet. Live loved. Live purposefully. Live with expectation.
I used to be fascinated with the spiritual world in that I didn't understand hauntings and things that were unexplained. A few years ago, I picked up a book by a local pastor to Chattanooga, Ron Phillips. He's also pastor to several friends. When I bought the book at a yard sale of a friend I didn't realize who he was or where he was from. I had no clue. I started reading this book called "Invisible Allies" and was shocked when I started reading about events local to our area and street names that I drive down all the time. That's when all the pieces of that puzzle came together. He did an amazing job of explaining the mission and purpose of Angels and backed it all with scripture and testimonies, both personal and of people he knew. It helped explain to me what we experience that seem unexplainable. It helped ground my curiosity and even gave me peace about things I (or my kids have experienced.)
I want to share a few instances in my life where I have been aware of these "invisible allies".
The first experience I can remember happened when Cooper was around a year old. He was an early talker and very articulate. My sister in law and I were working together to start a business and Cooper was with us constantly. One day while talking to himself we realized it was a full on conversation. We asked him who he was talking to and quick as lightening he said "Bob". We froze.
Bob is a very important man in our family that passed away when my husband was 8 years old. We didn't talk about him really. Maybe on ocassion but rarely. Bob is my husband's daddy. My sister in laws daddy. She was as floored as I was.
A month or so later we were in our home town after moving into a retail space. We had sat down to eat and again Cooper was talking to someone and was very intensely watching as if someone was leaving. He hopped down from his chair and ran to the door looked out and down the walkway as if someone important just left. We asked him what he was doing. Again he said, it was Bob.
There have been lots of occasions where "Bob" has showed up but only seems to show himself to my kids. As they get older they react differently. Is it really James Dad? I don't believe so. I believe he is resting in peace with Jesus and waiting in us. I don't for a second believe those that are there visit. However, our angels know things far beyond our knowledge, even how to reach us. What's important to us, is important to them.
Evan had his own moments, mostly he shared information that he learned like when he told our neighbor that in heaven he would be her brother. He went on to explain how heaven worked and that when we all go there how different things are. He didn't talk about it like a child. He talked about it like an adult who had been there. He was 4. He didn't even start talking until he was nearly 3. My neighbor got chills and still to this day talks about the experience. Our messengers are sometimes those that are at their most innocent.
A few years ago, I was headed to a business meeting and my then 12 year old son, Cooper, called me and said "Mom! I was sitting on the porch listening to my music and I noticed our curtains moving. When I looked there was a man standing there with white hair and a beard. I went inside to see who was there and there was no one." I asked where his dad was and questioned everything; but, he stood by that he saw someone standing there looking out. Later that night when I got home he said "Oh, I forgot to tell you. After we talked I went back out on the porch and saw him walking across the street." I asked him if he saw what he was wearing. He said "You know I didn't even notice clothes." So we figured it was "Bob". My kids have never been afraid.
A little earlier today, I had sat the toddlers outside with their snacks at their baby picnic table. I stepped in to do dishes but could see them from the kitchen window. A little while later, the 2 year old came in, handed me his container and said "Him done. Him said thank you." I said "Really what else did 'Him' say?" (I was being kind of flippant). Then G said "He went Bye Bye. He kissed me. He said "I love you." When I asked G what he looked like. He said he was "big." He said he had "white" hair. I didn't even know he knew the color white yet. He was also wearing white. Is Him, Bob? I believe so.
I wanted to share a few of these stories because with all my heart I believe we have guardian angels that walk among us. I also believe that we have had evil among us. I have seen those too. In times of distress in our house and feelings of uneasiness I have seen things that I have had to "cast out". Call the name of Jesus and call our angel armies on. I've cleansed our house several times in recent years. The first time I realized something wasn't right was a morning I was irate before sending the kids to school. As I came down my steps I saw something (shadow) move from my living room to my dark dining room. I stopped dead in my tracks. Something was there and it had to go. It was disturbing the very peace in my house and using me to do so. So, while this may sound crazy to some, I'm willing to bet there are thousands of other people who have experienced similar instances. Some of us reason really hard with it but it's so simple.
There is a spiritual warfare going on that we can not see. Period. I call on our Angels from time to time to stand guard around our home. I call them to bring in a needed harvest for our work and business. I call them to protect our children when we can not be with them and sometimes just because we aren't sufficient.
I recommend Ron's newer book "Angels verses Demons". As Christians and Believers we can not take lightly that these spiritual beings exist. One exists to serve and to protect God's children, especially those who believe and the innocent. The other is out to destroy. Sometimes the battles are won for either side but praise His Holy Name, we know who wins the war! Amen!
While the Bigs were all getting ready for school I told my husband The Toddler was laying in his bed, awake, ready to pounce on the day. The first sign of life and he is up. I was right.
He got up and and said bye to the Bigs and took his potty trained, independent self to the bathroom. After I unstopped the toilet from the whole roll he used we laid in my bed for a minute. He asked about the sounds he was hearing. Birds singing.
The high pitch song of the birds were a curious thing to him so we agreed it would be fun to sit on the porch under a blanket and listen to them. There must be hundreds.
He yells "hey, buddy" at the passing cars and waves. No one seems to notice.
"If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear." ~Winnie the Pooh
He becomes fascinated with the pillows and cushions of the couch we are sitting on and says "Ee watch TV" and when I say that we are watching the birds and clouds he is still again.
Mommin' to a Toddler isn't easy. It's quite hard some days but God reminds me to slow down and talk soft to try to help the world sense. Sometimes that makes all the difference.
You worry too much.
Rarely do you go a week without being afraid of finances, worry about schedules, or fret over things that are not in your control. Ultimately, none of it is not worthy of your time spent grumbling. You worry if there is enough; enough money, enough time, enough you. You worry if you have enough so that you can enjoy the little things. You worry your children are missing out because you might not have enough, you let your checkbook be your idol. Don't I always provide. Be patient and be a good steward of what I've given you. Let nothing go to waste. Instead of worrying or complaining set your thoughts on Me. Let me help you see through my lens the abundance you have and all that I have waiting for you if you'll trust me. Numbers 6:25 I will shine my face upon you and show you My grace. I will put a new song in your heart and you will be thankful.
There are many things in your life you would like to change and "riches" is one of them but I tell you, don't wear yourself out chasing them. Proverbs 23:4 Let me bring you all that you need to your table. Give your desires over to me and stop focusing on what you are lacking, the emptiness. Your fullness and light come from Me. Just as my people that I rescued from Egypt had manna every morning, rise early and come to me for all you need. Take all you need, nothing less. You must come daily because while you are able to withhold your grumbling from others, I hear your thoughts and see your heart. Let me help you think my thoughts. Luke 18:27 Trust me with your desires and worries. Open up to Me and let me quite your mind. Come to me daily even when you are not worried. Let's talk about the plans I have for you that are hopeful and prosperous. Jeremiah 29:11 You will thank me.
With every glimmer of gratitude and gratefulness you will feel my glory surround you. Even if you are struggling some days to be thankful, just remember I am listening and I care. I died for you. 2 Corinthians 9:15 Your joy from your thanksgiving will guide your in the matters of your heart. Acts 2:28 I will shine a light there in that secret, dark place and reveal the truth about your circumstances and show you how I plan to make it all good. Trust Me. Ephesians 6:10 The darkness is necessary so that I may shine My light through. The foggiest times are so that you can see My view, My perspective. Abide in Me, rest in me, and I will bring you the joy you seek and the freedom from worry that you carry. In the end I will have given you that new song I promised. Psalm 40:3 Your song is meant to be shared. Sing it loud.
I am the same God that guided Abraham, gave Sarah her child, parted the Red Sea, raised Jesus from the dead, and I will deliver you from your circumstances. Take refuge in me as I rescue you Deuteronomy 32:10&11 Now child, move about your day free of worry. Rest everything in your heart on me. Trust me to handle and guide you. Your obedience and trust in My plan is all you need to move through your day.
Letters from Heaven are the Lord's answers to my own prayers, I share these personal writings as they are meant to encourage you as well. What He gives in the darkness shall be shared in the light. I am praying for my readers. Be blessed today.
I am birth mom to my 3 boys, foster mom to 2 sweet babies, wife to my high school sweet heart, and daughter to my King. I love to write. I am no scholar but I love my Lord and He helps me.