The weekend after Thanksgiving, I received an incredible blessing. On Sunday November 25th, 2018, I walked into church knowing I needed to be anointed with oil and prayed over. Our church calls it administration. It’s when two ministers anoint your head with blessed oil and pray for you. It talks about this in James chapter … More The Lord Jesus Christ prays for you.
In the last month, I have faced some evils. A fake publishing company CEO tried to dupe me into paying $6000 to let his company publish my book. My oldest son’s orthodontist tried to trick us into treatment he didn’t need, and paying a balance we didn’t have. A travel company try to scam me … More No more trick or treat. I choose Thanksgiving.
The other night, I couldn’t contain my thoughts. I needed a sounding board. My husband was the recipient. Worries started pouring out. Tears, and confessions of being exhausted, in more pain than what I want to accept on a daily basis, and the venting of frustration at accepting this harsh reality residing in my brain. … More Me too
On Sunday, I was getting ready for church, and had the thought that maybe I should ask to be prayed over with oil. It was sacrament Sunday. I was reasoning with myself in my mind. I don’t feel like I am worthy of asking for that right now. My mind and heart wanted to be mentally … More We were never worthy of God’s love in the first place.
“Shake the dust off.” Many times this week, I’ve heard this phrase run my mind. It’s really caused me to chew on this thought. This isn’t an impression I’ve ever had before. I struggle with letting go. I contemplate people in my life, who are no longer there. Not those who have died, but those … More Shake the dust off your feet.
Need rescue! Under heavy fire from the enemy! Some casualties! Need assistance immediately! I’m sending up prayers like flares into the heavens. If there is no help; there are no survivors. I have more than I can handle. This handicap situation is no joke. I don’t buy anything on the bottom 2 shelves of the … More Mayday!!!! Mayday!!!
I made a mistake a few Sundays ago. It was our one Sunday per month when we take the bread and wine and share testimonies and prayer. I’d been released from the hospital for my collapsed lung about 18 hours before. I couldn’t wear a regular bra due to my chest tube wound and dressing. … More Jesus didn’t wear a tie.
In the last 5 days, I was stabbed in the chest while fully awake, but we will get to that. I am going to tell you why some days are just about being thankful for your next breath. Job 33:4 The Spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given … More Just Breathe
I’m not very good at being content at all times. I live about 70% of my life content. Most days I love my life and feel fine about wherever I am and what I’m doing. It’s always inevitable that this little gremlin arises in my chest when I least expect it. I somehow arrive one … More My Father’s well of peace.
This scripture has graced the chalkboard above my kitchen sink for over a month. I usually rotate the scripture more often, but the last couple weeks has been emotionally and spiritually stressful, and left me feeling a bit misunderstood, misjudged, and like I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I’m fighting … More Dish Duty