Becoming A Fearless Woman of God

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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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Time certainly does NOT heal all wounds

Time certainly does NOT heal all wounds

It is said that time heal 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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Choosing to have hope in the midst of pain

Choosing to have hope in the midst of pain

I debated writing this post. If not for any other reason, it’s this….transparency is not easy! And it’s especially not easy when our situation is still fresh or ongoing.  Most times we are more inclined to share when we have gone through our experience and come out the other end victorious. But, even just making the decision to share in struggles somehow has the power to be comforting.  Though this post is not about full disclosure, I felt lead to share this much. No one wants to feel pain!! As a Registered Nurse, I know it’s common knowledge that pain

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Walking through the seasons of life

Walking through the seasons of life

The huge potted mums was lying on its side again.  Though larger than most, the plastic planter was no match for the strong winds and rain that were normal for this time of the year. Most of the beautiful red, yellow and orange leaves that had majestically crowned the tree tops were now lying in a bronze colored carpet on the ground. There weren’t enough leaves for the neighboring kids to frolic in but there was certainly enough to send my husband off to the local hardware store for a rake and recycling yard bags.  Yes, what was just a

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Cultivating an attitude of thanksgiving

Cultivating an attitude of thanksgiving

It is early fall and the trees are slowly transforming into huge bouquets rich with deep hues of red, orange and yellow.  Soon they will give competition to the beautiful sunsets of October. The weather is much cooler than the days of summer and the squirrels and chipmunks can be seen scampering about.  They are on a mission to gather and store up their food for the wintry hibernation ahead.  Sadly, the trees will eventually lose their leaves and stand naked in the grip of an icy, cold slumber but for now they remain tall and proud.  Beautifully displayed in a

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Freedom from fear through Christ

Freedom from fear through Christ

Fear.  For such a small word it sure packs a mighty punch.  Like a little giant it looms ominously over certain areas of our life. I sometimes think of fear as that little black fly that comes in as soon as I open the front door.  Even though I may not necessarily see it all the time, I can hear it buzzing from room to room, taunting me “you can’t get me.”  Sometimes no matter how much I swat at that little sucker, it always seem to evade getting smacked down. That’s like fear!  It gets into areas of our mind,

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When God is Silent

When God is Silent

Think of the times you’ve had to leave home for an extended period of time, going off to school or perhaps even getting married. Some of the most comforting and reassuring words we can hear from our parents are these, “If you ever need anything, doesn’t matter day or night, just call, we’ll be here.” Even though there may be apprehension and probably some anxiety about the unknown,  somehow hearing those reassuring words help to make us feel calmer and less worried.  We know we can trust our parents’ words and that they will indeed be there for us.  Their

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Taking off the mask-moving through healing to your purpose

Taking off the mask-moving through healing to your purpose

I am going to tell you one of my secrets. Listen closely. “I am no where close to where I want to be.” There.  I said it. Now there’s no way for me to pretend I’m someone I’m not.  One thing I want to always portray to my readers and to you, my friends,  is this.   I want to be real.   You see,  I’m on a journey and though I may not be where I want to be, with God’s help, I’m sure headed in the right direction.  Of course there are days when I fall a few steps

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Living by Faith

Living by Faith

Everything we do in life takes faith. But what exactly is faith? According to Hebrews 11:1 “Faith is confidence in what we hope for and reassurance about what we do not see.” Clear and simple. In the physical, it takes faith to sit on a chair or cross a bridge, believing they will hold up and not collapse under us.  It takes faith to stand on our feet believing we will move from step to step and our legs will carry us.  This  faith is also required in our spiritual life.  It is by this same faith we believe that

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I don’t want to blog anymore (or so I feel)

I don’t want to blog anymore (or so I feel)

It has been over a year since I started to blog but the desire to write simmered in my heart for quite a long time. So long that I keep finding dollar store books in storage boxes with blog names and unfinished entries from the earlier parts of 2000’s. However, I was held back by fear and feelings of inadequacy. I wondered if God could really use me or if anyone would care to read my writing. So I kept ignoring the prompting, hoping it would dissipate. But nothing I did would erase the deep desire I felt to write

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