Peace

In the wake of losing my husband and the father of my little girls, I was blessed with the peace that passes understanding.  Surrounded by emotional and financial mayhem, I was given an extraordinary peace that gave me hope.  When you are in the middle of an ordeal and have license to be angry, bitter, anxious, and fearful; peace is beautiful and essential.

I have had this scripture verse taped to my mirror for more than seven years.

I made the decision to lean not on my own understanding and I was blessed with peace.  I recommit to it daily.

I lived that.  I live that.

Weakness, Gratitude, and Rejoicing

Gratitude is always necessary.  It is challenging to have gratitude and to rejoice when confronted with problems, but it is possible.  If I know it is possible, I have hope.  So, I pray that my heart receives and embraces these promises.

My progress is not linear.  I get in my own way all the time. I am constantly reminding myself to get out of the way and let God.  It is quite unbelievable, really.  I literally must remind myself every day of God’s mercy and grace. 

I am analytical.  I have had to reassign my analysis to studying God’s promises and truths.  I seek God with utmost urgency and intention.  The peace that I have as a result reassures me. 

I desire for my life to be a testament of God’s grace.  It is less about what I have done and more about what God has done through me and my unique gifts.