Life leaves scars. Internal and external marks of what we have been through. Sometimes, only God knows the deep wounds. My heart breaks at the nightmares some have endured. I study my own scars–marks that show my journey. How grateful I am for God’s help and healing. No matter what we’ve been through, God is big enough to handle all our needs. He will free us from the past. He will restore what has been taken. He will renew what has been destroyed. God doesn’t make idle promises.Read more →
I’ve been a bear the last few weeks. Distance seemed to separate me from God as I worried and fretted. My husband’s layoff is coming, my health again seemed fragile, and I wondered what would happen in the future. Even with change, would things be different? Would we move once again and the stress of job, school, and health continue?
I had quite the pity party, snapping at my family, sitting in my office chair, and feeling quite the martyr. Whimper, whine, and moan… please stop the world, I want to get off.Read more →