Yikes, can’t believe I stopped blogging for four months. I can’t imagine if I tried to recap the last several months, so I really won’t bother. (That’d be crazy…I thought I shared too much when I was writing regularly, LOL.) Many things have changed, many plans have been reworked, many prayers have been answered, and many things are still up in the air. All and all Jesus my Lord has remained the same through it all. I am so thankful for the Father’s love.
A lot of the time, not always, but a lot of the time we live in a fantasy world where we think we just can’t be touched by certain things. “Oh no that could never happen to me,” “oh no not to my child,” “Nah, my family won’t have to worry about that” when in fact as long as we remain in these fragile shells we call bodies any and all things can and might very well happen to us. We are not immune just because we feel we should be. This past month I’ve been called really high; challenged to do some things I just thought would never have to be an option for me and thought it’s surreal it’s nothing compared to the joys of Heaven…so I wait on Him.
There have been a few sudden changes that have made me feel like someone has kicked me in the chest and knocked the wind out of me. However, like I always say, this world is not my home. So why act like it is? As much as the Devil desires to sift me like wheat thankfully the Father has been maintaining my joy. (Trust me it’s been a tall order with my yucky emotions constantly interfering.) I really don’t even like to imagine where my mind would be without the Father’s guardianship of it. So I am sitting tight, going with God’s flow, learning to rest in His arms through it all.
A lot of the time, not always, but a lot of the time we live in a fantasy world where we think we just can’t be touched by certain things. “Oh no that could never happen to me,” “oh no not to my child,” “Nah, my family won’t have to worry about that” when in fact as long as we remain in these fragile shells we call bodies any and all things can and might very well happen to us. We are not immune just because we feel we should be. This past month I’ve been called really high; challenged to do some things I just thought would never have to be an option for me and thought it’s surreal it’s nothing compared to the joys of Heaven…so I wait on Him.
There have been a few sudden changes that have made me feel like someone has kicked me in the chest and knocked the wind out of me. However, like I always say, this world is not my home. So why act like it is? As much as the Devil desires to sift me like wheat thankfully the Father has been maintaining my joy. (Trust me it’s been a tall order with my yucky emotions constantly interfering.) I really don’t even like to imagine where my mind would be without the Father’s guardianship of it. So I am sitting tight, going with God’s flow, learning to rest in His arms through it all.
Job 5:16-18
16 So the poor have hope, and injustice shuts its mouth.17 "Blessed is the man whom God corrects; so do not despise the discipline of the Almighty.18 For He wounds, but He also binds up; He injures, but His hands also heal.
16 So the poor have hope, and injustice shuts its mouth.17 "Blessed is the man whom God corrects; so do not despise the discipline of the Almighty.18 For He wounds, but He also binds up; He injures, but His hands also heal.
