Sometimes life throws you a curve that seems insurmountable. You are moving along with life. All is well. Then suddenly, without warning a loved one dies, you get a negative report from your doctor, or you lose your job. Suddenly, your world is turned upside down. You feel alone. You frantically search for someone to comfort you, but friends and family are not available. In these times, remember God provides the greatest comfort through the Holy Spirit.
he scripture, “Be still and know that I am God, (Psalm 46:10,)” is one of my favorites. However, a few months ago, I experienced being still and experiencing God in an unexpected way.
When I am in the midst of a difficult season in my life, I sometimes forget that spring is coming. I can’t see any further than my circumstance. Fortunately, God knows SPRING IS COMING! I ask myself, why should I worry.
Grief is complicated. I thought I had it figured out, but I quickly discovered that I had much to learn.
This blog was originally published several years ago. However, as I struggle to find the words to convey hope and redemption through a memoir, my thoughts drift back to the posts I wrote during another season in my life. Reading this post helped me remember the importance of being firmly planted in Christ. The thoughts are as relevant today as they were years ago.
Sometimes when God touches me, the honesty seems too much. Sometimes, I don’t want Him to see the “real me”. The truth is He always sees the real me.
as I embark on the task of telling my story in the form of a memoir, I wrote a letter to my younger self, Charlie. Charlie is the nickname given to me in the 7th grade. For some reason, I felt she needed reassurance that she is safe. Writing the letter eased my anxiety about starting the memoir and allowed me to voice my fears about the project.
Imagination brings thoughts to life. Imagination can transform a life event into a readable story that points to redemption.
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Although my tormentors inflicted unspeakable acts of violence, sexual and emotional abuse upon me as a child, they could not destroy my soul. Each time that I cried out to Jesus, I felt His presence. Sometimes I did not completely understand that it was Him, but I felt Him. I “knew” He was there.