Mm. Joyce Meyer —
“may strike fear in some people, but it’s really not a bad word.
“God doesn’t desire to break our spirits,
“but He wants to break that outer shell–
“the flesh that prevents Him from being all He wants to be in and through us.
“He wants to break off things like
“God wants us to be totally dependent on Him,
“and suffering seems to bring us to that point.”
Acceptance doesn’t mean resignation.
It means understanding that something is what it is,
and there’s got to be a way through it.
~Michael j fox
If, through the process of healing and growth, you have found yourself in that in-between place that feels like an abyss, understand that He is the pro at restoring the years you feel have been lost. Don’t try to construct a spaceship to get you back to earth as quickly as possible. Most of us… Continue reading Door of hope
We frequently don’t know what to do;
nevertheless, [the world, the devil, or the flesh] pressures us for answers that we don’t have.
[They try] to make us believe it is our responsibility to solve our problems
when the Word of God clearly states
that our job as believers
is to believe
—not solve our problems.
and God works on our behalf
to bring answers
that meet our needs.
Joyce Meyer devo today
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.
Conclusion…we are going to make it guys.
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. That’s in 2 Corinthians.
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.
I trust God.
He’s got the specs:
I was just telling God
I can’t do this.
If Dillon leaves our marriage, I cannot go on.
And I won’t blame him. This illness is gnarly. My body is capsizing on me. Sometimes a person just can’t anymore, I guess.
(Not that he actually said that: that was just the fear I was facing you know?)
Then I was reading 📚 about Ernest Shackleton… You know that story?
…In my YouVersion devo on endurance today.
I thought of Abraham and Sarah believing God for a baby.
I thought of Grandma Dodson and Sandy Irby and Pastor Nita and Nancy Lawrence and Reverend Counselor Tollman.
Faith is the substance of things not seen, but still believed. Still hoped for. Still expected.
Why do I believe? Is there some magical power in it?
Well, maybe or maybe not. I’ve read some stuff about belief.
But that’s not gonna cut it for me.
This hurts too bad
and it’s too scary.
Cause He’s good for it. The Person I believe IN can do anything. He’s the singlemost wonderful, charming, kind, powerful, aware, caring, motivated and invested, FABulous Person I have ever come in contact with…
and He has won my love and respect. 💕
God, save my marriage.
Save my children.
I trust in You. You can fix this. You can do ANYTHING.
But even if you dont…..I will still trust in You.
It’s a giant leap into the dark
Armed with…… not much
Trusting that You will catch me.