Rebuilt. Restored. Renewed.

https://bible.com/bible/113/isa.61.4.NIVUK

We can claim this promise: because of JESUS we are grafted into the this promises God made to Abraham.

The promises of God are “yes” and “amen “ in Christ Jesus.  (2 Corinthians)

I take this to the bank.

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Post pandemic problems

I see forces of darkness fleeing from this earth 🌎.
Wherever the plague spirits have been up to their tricks

Like that scene in Walt Disney s little mermaid where all the enslaved ones Ursula the sea witch has trapped all rush out with a great cry? Only it’s bad stuff fleeing the area.

Now in the good strong name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth God come in the flesh:

Give them good gifts in place of their mourning

anoint them with the oil of joy
give them beauty for their ashes

they will be like oaks of righteousness the planting of the Lord

🍓 We speak fruitfulness
🍑 We speak good works and purpose
🍓 We speak joy

Into these weary, shell-shocked American folks.

Into ourselves. (✿ ♡‿♡)

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.

#gonnamakeit

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?

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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. 💕

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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.

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