We frequently don’t know what to do;
nevertheless, Satan pressures us for answers that we don’t have. He tries to make us believe it is our responsibility to solve our problem
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.
This quote speaks to me about messes with our adult kids.
Stand still and believe, self.
I will yet
in the land of the living.
Some kids that I care about are making bad choices right now.
I know Jesus will not blow sunshine about this.
He will tell me the truth.
Not everything that my kids do as adults is about me
But some of it is.
I did make some really bad mistakes
Especially when the twins (child #4 and #5,) were little and I was in the worst of my addiction and disassociation and losing time.
Especially when my kids got older and we got in adult-type arguments.
I remember new stuff all the time. Now that I am flat on my back in bed. I try not to obsess over it.
I own it. I’m sorry.
I’m learning new skills.
That’s all I can do.
God can do more.
Those bad choices stole from us.
He’s got a multi generational plan going here.
I trust Him at His word.
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.
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.
I trust God.
He’s got the specs:
I was just thinking about something with Jesus.
Hubby and I have friction over whether to go out or stay home quite a bit.
We have regular dates
1. once a week for conflict resolution
2. and once a week for fun.
And he will often say he wants to stay home.
While I have been home all the time and want to get out of my sickbed and see something beside my walls.
This song came to my mind as I was pondering……so I looked it up on YouTube and was listening to it again prayerfully with God.
I suddenly saw that this– our home– is my husband’s Oasis.
he’s safe here.
He can rest and relax and let his hair down in respite.
Of course he would not want to leave it!
It’s sweet that he wants me to be in it with him.
I think instead of being resentful at him and thinking he wants me to be constricted and limited,
I will reframe it reboot my heart
and find it endearing
that he wants to be safe at home with me.
We still need to compromise maybe every other time we can go out or something. I need that.
it helps me to understand where he’s coming from you know?
When God speaks a word, it is for accomplishment and establishment, and it is higher than the storm.
—youversion devo today “Trusting God in the Storm” day 6
God’s not like that . He gets it.
I think our feminist-influenced media gives our guys too much grief, not enough support.
They put the bar up there so high, that no guy could reach it.
I think the average guy loves his family and wants to take care ❤ of them. But the MrRogersmeetsscottishhighlandlaird ideal that the media idealizes is NOT real life.
Am I right?
I want my hubby to feel relaxed, accepted and admired at a 7 with the occasional 5 and occasional 8 or 9.
I want to be secure in my relationship with Jesus.
Jesus is my 10.
Always strong and confident, always tender and empathetic. That’s my God.
I have some horrible things in my past.
Things that were done to me. That I knew about. That I was powerless to stop.
Things that i did, myself. Blindly. Foolishly. Arrogantly. To my shame. To my sorrow.
You know. You were sorta THERE, however that works with sin.
Can I pray for us?
As our representative, I want to wipe the slate clean, Father.
Do not hold these sins against us.
Just let it go.
Haven’t we all suffered enough by now?
I absolve my perpetrators.
The folks who enabled them.
In the sheltering name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth God come in the. Flesh, I pray for us:
I forgive it. It’s Yours God. You make it right.
I cry mercy.
I plead the sweet cleansing shining 🌟 blood of Jesus
over these sins.
Set us all free. You can do anything, Father.
Lord God our Father,
No one gets to live on this earth
without getting touched
by injustice or betrayal.
You know about injustice and betrayal–for certain.
Two specific things come to mind that I am heartsore over: three betrayals within my own extended family system and/or neighborhood.
I’m sorry for hanging on to these bitter thoughts for so many years, God. You have forgiven me of tons of yucky stuff–I release _____ now, with You helping me.
Help me to go forward as a free woman, Jesus.
Don’t let me get distracted, Father. I want to walk in freedom.
I want to take Your yoke and learn from You.
I am exhausted and stressed out:
give me rest for my soul, God.