Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life. Proverbs 13:12 Have you ever been in a season of waiting? Currently we are in a long season of waiting. I can attest to this verse first hand. Deferred hope can most definitely make the heart sick. Can you relate? But that is only the first part of the verse. The rest
I’ve had this post ready to go for a few days but delayed posting it. I told my husband, “I want authenticity on my blog. I want to be sure the message I share is one that I am living.” And frankly, it’s been a tough week as more doors have shut for us and a few times, while my head keeps telling me the
While I am working on a post to share soon, I wanted to share this song that has been on repeat for me for weeks now. Some of you might need the reminder that regardless of what your circumstances might be, it can be well with your soul. Truly, it can be. Listen to the words of the song and let it minister to your heart.
My dearest friend texted me this photo recently. I was complaining about being tired. Again. I suppose this photo struck a chord with me because it doesn’t seem to matter if I get 10 hours of sleep or zero hours of sleep, I am just plain tired. Weary might be a better description. No amount of sleep will cure the weary soul. And I’m not going
As I was reading my devotional, Trust Without Borders, I was deeply struck by a phrase that it caused me to dig a little deeper into the thought. Don’t you love it when God’s word jumps out at you like that and brings about more study? I know it doesn’t always happen that way, and I also know that sometimes a verse becomes clearer just for
A few weeks ago we were sitting at my son’s basketball game watching him slowly pace the court from one end to the other. My husband and I looked at each other with questionable stares wondering where our little guy was because it was clear he wasn’t interested in the game. “He’s tired!” we said in unison. Our initial instinct was to yell a little
I’ve been challenged in recent weeks by our pastor’s words, “God cares about lost people.” I know that. Truly I do. The Word is full of parables about lost things and how finding them is of great value. But I have had to ask myself the hard question, “Do I care about lost people?” If lost people matter to God then they should matter to
I took a little break from writing last week. Usually my heart is full of things that I want to discuss or share, but I have just felt quiet. Fatigue has settled in as we are in another waiting period. God has been so faithful. My husband finally got a great job offer back in his field. We have waited and prayed so long for this to