…When the doctor was finished getting all the information and about to tell me what she thought was the problem and what I would need to do to start to fix it, I got up and left.
“I am reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also.” 2 Timothy 1:5
Abigail and Jesus
Jesus understood that and realized what He would have to go through for us before He did it. He took the price for us, and we are forgiven. He knew every stupid thing we were going to do and died for us.
Joseph, Moses, Abraham – all had to wait, not months but years, to see God’s promises unfold in their lives. It’s during these times of waiting that God can grow us in amazing ways.
God is My Superhero
…Do I pray this out of my own personal fears of the unknown? Don’t I trust my Father in Heaven hears my requests and will bless them? Or is it because I want to tell the world I believe what God can do for those who “love Him with all their heart, all their mind and all their strength” (Deuteronomy 6:5)…
Holy Week Hesitation
Hesitation is part of my spiritual journey. I often hesitate to go into difficult or painful places. Even as I am totally assured that God’s love and plan for me is perfect, I still hesitate.
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I’m talking about digging into myself – pulling up the mire and muck down in the depths of my soul where only sadness and darkness reside.
The Trust Factor
…Am I trusting GOD to heal me from the disappointments, the personal failures, the hurts? Am I trusting God in the successes, remaining humble? Will I be successful in my next endeavor? Am I holding on to my own understanding, my “safe” thinking not to have my expectations blown again?
The Quilt in the Corner
…“Close your eyes and smell this,” I said to my brother. His response was as expected, “Grandma. It smells like Grandma.” I was holding out Grandma’s quilt not long after she passed away.