Peace In The Midst Of The Storm

Peace In The Midst Of The Storm

Peace In The Midst Of The Storm

My husband made a comment about the sadness on her face. I was unable to make my own observation as my view was obscured by the person to the right of her. As the morning service ended, I made my way over to my friend. A gentle tap on her shoulder drew her attention to me. As she turned, I silently agreed with my husband. Such sadness, indeed! With shoulders hunched forward, her eyes spoke what her lips did not. I saw and felt her fragility and I thought to myself, ‘she is walking through something heavy.’ I asked how

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Are you fighting to be her

Are you fighting to be her

My Grandmother was a strong woman and she took every opportunity she could to empower me through spoken words. This particular day was no exception. “One day you are going to make a very good nurse.” Those words were the sweet reward she gave me for nursing a wound on her leg until it was healed. Words that has led me to a 29 year career in nursing, thus far. Even at the early age of six she saw my potential and, though the journey was often difficult, I am glad I did not give up fighting to accomplish. But

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Trusting God when we want to know WHY?

Trusting God when we want to know WHY?

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:9 I remember sitting in the tub to have my bath. The pain was overwhelming and in a moment of deep anguish I found my self beating the warm, sudsy water with my fist. My heart felt as if it was not only broken but shattered into a million pieces. A million pieces that would never be able to be

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Let’s not be anxious, not even in August!

Anxious moment here! Are you as shocked as me?! It’s August already! Exactly where has the time gone. June and July has quickly slipped into the past as the year moves full steam ahead. Looking back, the crazy high temperatures in July created heat wave warnings across many regions of our country. I saw numerous lawns, including our own, go through several different shades of brown. I’ve seen melted ice-cream dripping through tiny fingers before eager mouths could enjoy the tasty treat. And listen, my husband and I just received the water bill that shows the high price of performing

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My Daughter, Rise from the Ashes

Those of you who know me and follow my blog might have noticed I have not posted over the last 4 months. The sudden loss of loved ones and coping with several physical injuries has led my family on a difficult and challenging journey this year. I found myself in an unwelcome and spiritually dry place. One where I felt I could neither give nor receive much of anything. I felt stuck! Deeply stuck! Honesty, I am not surprised to have found myself in this place. This rut. You see, during the last few months of 2017, I felt led

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Our past does not define who we are

Our past does not define who we are

We all want our life to count for something. We want to feel, not only that we are important, but that we indeed have purpose. But our past wants to interfere with this concept. The thing is, we all have a past that tells a story. For some, it is a good story. Yet for others it’s a story that may be distasteful according to social, ethical or moral standards. Whether it was something done to us or the consequence of our own choosing, we often walk around dogged by our past. And it is a past we are allowing

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Breaking free from moments of discouragement

Breaking free from moments of discouragement

This past week I have been feeling blah! I didn’t even want to write a post. If the truth be told, I was having an encounter with discouragement. “Why are you in despair, O my soul? And why have you become disturbed within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him for the help of His presence.” Psalm 43:5 Low energy, an unusually harsh winter season, and exhaustion from work have all fuelled this lack of motivation to do much. This funk has only proved to make me feel miserable and seems to magnify other issues to appear

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Becoming A Fearless Woman of God

Becoming A Fearless Woman of God

I felt the familiar tightening of my throat muscles as microscopic beads of sweat broke out on my upper lip. My stomach did a somersault. I couldn’t seem to catch my breath even as the sound of my speeding heart pounded in my ears. Nervously I averted my stare away from that of my friend. I thought for sure she could see in my eyes the grip of fear that had taken hold of me. What brought on this sudden flight response, you might be asking? Simply this. It was my friend’s sweet and unexpected invitation for me to come

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The roaring lion – attack from an invisible foe

The roaring lion – attack from an invisible foe

Every single day that we live and breathe we are fighting against an invisible foe. An invisible foe whose first line of attack is usually launched at our mind with his lies and his deceit. This enemy is not only deceitful, but he is also cunning, conniving and manipulating. And though we may not be able to physically see him, it doesn’t make him any less real or any less powerful. The plan of this invisible foe Our enemy has a well thought out plan. He aims to undermine or shake our confidence and get us to stop believing in

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Time certainly does NOT heal all wounds

Time certainly does NOT heal all wounds

It is said that time heals all wounds. I beg to differ. In fact, I want to challenge this statement. It has been 40 years since my dad died. I think of him almost every day. My memories have kept him alive in my heart over the years. The nine-year old little girl inside of me who watched her dad ablaze from an accidental fire, desperately wants to hold on to the good memories. The way he laughed. His engaging smile. The way he looked in his hats. My dad sure loved his fedoras. I miss my dad and still

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