Comfort-er 💐

INTIMACY – Jesus’ disciples had a very intimate relationship with Him which is why it would have been so hard to think of Him leaving.

Jesus knew this, but He also knew that the same level of intimacy would be available through the Helper who was coming.

The Holy Spirit is now,

God with us.

Literally making His home within us;

always available to go to,

sit with,

pray with,

and find encouragement.

The Holy Spirit should be the greatest encourager in any Christians life.

What I mean by this is

unlike the world who the Holy Spirit is convicting of sin,

for every believer,

the Holy Spirit is

reminding us of our true identity.

~ Pastorhogg.net

The Holy Spirit is now

Rough Season– don’t you think?

 I’m surprised we’re still here, aren’t you?

I have now listened to the Ps 121, Ps 37, Ps 18 and\or Rick Warren, Joyce Meyer, Beth Moore, RT Kendall, Steven Furtick and a bunch of other sermons and scripture.

Roughly 32 billion times.

i love 💕 it

Conclusion…we are going to make it guys. 

strengthandcourage.That is what I am talking about.

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. That’s in 2 Corinthians.

#gonnamakeit

God is not going to overestimate my stress capacity.  He’s got the specs…….

For my soul.

The Bible says “He formed my inward parts in the secret places”  ps 139.  That has got to include capacity indications.

Like I know how many corn dogs my kids will eat when I’m cooking. Like I know how much ⛽ to put in my car when I’m filling it.

I have to start by giving it to Jesus

asking for His help just to breathe.

trust God.

He’s got the specs:

Things I 💕

I’m starting to get a little bit fussy.

Time for a list.

Sandy feet from walking on the beach
Getting an 🍨 ice cream with someone I 💕

The way my dogs can sleep anytime and anywhere. I’m not kidding. It’s quite remarkable.

Helping online charities: grin

Naps in the sunshine

Subway–I always feel like a million bucks after I eat there.

Yellow 💛 m&ms
Frosting a cake I made 🎂

Tulips and daisies
Good dirt. The minerally smell. The possibilities! Love it.

Washing the car 🚗 with my dogs in the summer

Going through a hard time together and finding out what’s important to us. #2020amiright?

Toxic family

I love that Jesus teaches me how to think about well-meaning but toxic folks.

He modeled it.

And the people became offended and began to turn against him. Jesus said, “There’s only one place a prophet isn’t honored—his own hometown!”
Matthew 13:57 TPT
https://bible.com/bible/1849/mat.13.57.TPT

And if anyone doesn’t listen to you and rejects your message, when you leave that house or town, shake the dust off your feet as a prophetic act that you will not take their defilement with you.
Matthew 10:14 TPT
https://bible.com/bible/1849/mat.10.14.TPT

Things to love

Flowers. Who would ever notice if God 🙏 had made them all grey?
#soulofanArtist
#lovesus
  • My dog’s chin whiskers. Comic note. Take a look sometime.
  • Bread 🍞
  • Cats vs. dogs. Endless comic material. I love it.
  • Fields of lavender in the 🌞
  • The beach
  • Audio books + any type of household chore. Automatically 75% easier
  • Family meals
  • Scottish, Irish or New York accents
  • Welcoming soldiers home from active service
  • Early Beatles music
  • Red umbrellas
  • Calico
  • Homeade cinnamon rolls

Grief–hello again.

I know about this. At least a little. My best friend and mentor (who I lived with during my last years of highschool) died at 42 years old. She died just after my first husband left me.

Sandy just woke up one morning and said “I can’t breathe.” And died.

She left a husband, a twelve-year-old daughter, a twenty-two-year-old sister and twenty-one-year-old me.

Pulmonary embolism, the autopsy said.

I am so thankful that she was in good health long enough to help me through reporting a close family member who was abusing our little cousin at the time. Sandy drove me to our county police office and sat with me in the waiting room and took me home for the weekend. Terrifying. It was the hardest thing I had ever voluntarily done at that time.

I appreciated her no-nonsense, caring, practical self there with me.

I was thinking about that grief as I read this verse today. You know how everyone you love has a certain “feel” to their presence in your life?

When God 🙏 released the Holy Spirit to earth 🌎 at Pentecost and they had the tongues of fire and rushing wind and stuff: were they like, “Shalom. Oh, it’s You, Jesus. We’ve missed you. Hello again” ?

Reunited and it feels so good?

I wonder. Did the disciples–especially Peter, James and John, who were Jesus’ best friends, it says–recognize Jesus’ familiar, caring, supportive, honest presence as well?

Like my friend Sandy, for example: she had a certain playful, bossy, motherly, honest way to her. It’s the thing I have missed the most about her. I would recognize it again. She felt like a big sister, you know? She loved Jesus and her family and Skip-bo and coke with tons of ice in it. She made a mean green chili burrito. She was picky about how we cleaned her house. She loved layaways and blue light specials at k-mart. We stayed up late talking, all of us, a lot.