Door of hope

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 are ill-equipped to man, much less assemble, that ship. He IS working all things together for good, even if you cannot see or fathom it. Leave space for the space. **Fellow wordpress blogger kerri on purpose

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Stand still 🌷👒🌻

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. 

We believe,

and God works on our behalf

to bring answers

that meet our needs.

Joyce Meyer devo today

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.


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:

Shipwreck 🌻🌷🌻

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.

So… Why do I believe?


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.

Save me.
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.



“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within.”

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

Find it.

On a hunt.


All this apocalyptic stuff has made me cranky and self focused.

Give me a chance to do good in my world today.

Just something small but valuable.

Like a pearl.

Show me.

Help me look outside my anxious concerns.

See a way to surprise us all, not least myself,

with wonderful-ness.