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9 Feb

For You have been my HOPE, O Sovereign LORD,
my Confidence since my youth.
Psalm 71:5

  

Through tears of discouragement, shocking disbelief, and a broken heart, I listened as my friend poured out her heart to me.  A pot of mixed emotions began to stir inside of me as I weighed the injustice against a soul who has overcome so much, victorious only by the grace and mercies of God.  Knowing the fragility of her mind and spirit, I spoke very little, praying all the while that God Himself would speak through me when it was time.  When the word ‘hopeless’ made its way into the focus of our time together, I felt the Nudge … and I began to pour out my heart.  After several sentences and a couple paragraphs later, I presented a challenge to my dear friend.  Realizing that there are times when one’s heart hurts too much to even utter a prayer, I encouraged her to sit down with her Bible and do a search on HOPE.  I know that God will speak to her heart through scripture, and she will once again know that He not only offers and provides hope, He is her Hope. 


At least there is HOPE for a tree:
If it is cut down, it will sprout again,
and its new shoots will not fail.
Its roots may grow old in the ground
and its stump die in the soil,
yet at the scent of water it will bud
and put forth shoots like a plant.
Job 14:7-9

 

Show me Your ways, O LORD,
teach me Your paths;
guide me in Your truth and teach me,
for You are God my Savior,
and my HOPE is in You all day long.
Psalm 25:4-5

 

Guard my life and rescue me;
let me not be put to shame,
for I take refuge in You.
May integrity and uprightness protect me,
because my HOPE is in You.
Psalm 25:20-21

 

Be strong and take heart,
all You who HOPE in the LORD.
Psalm 31:24

 

But the eyes of the LORD are on those who fear Him,
on those whose HOPE is in His unfailing love,
to deliver them from death and keep them alive in famine.
We wait in HOPE for the LORD; He is our Help and our Shield.
In Him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in His holy name.
May Your unfailing love rest upon us, O LORD,
even as we put our HOPE in You.
Psalm 33:18-22

 

Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me?
Put your HOPE in God, for I will yet praise Him,
my Savior and  my God.
Psalm 42:5-6

 

Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my HOPE comes from Him.
He alone is my Rock and my Salvation;
He is my Fortress, I will not be shaken.
My salvation and my honor depend on God;
He is my mighty Rock, my Refuge.
Trust in Him at all times, O people;
pour out your hearts to Him,
for God is our Refuge.
Psalm 62:5-8

 

You answer us with awesome deeds of righteousness,
O God our Savior, the HOPE of all the ends of the earth
and of the farthest seas,
Who formed the mountains by Your power,
having armed Yourself with strength,
Who stilled the roaring of the seas,
the roaring of their waves,
and the turmoil of the nations.
Psalm 65:5-7

 

O Israel, put your HOPE in the LORD, for with the LORD is unfailing love
and with Him is full redemption.
Psalm 130:7

 

The LORD delights in those who fear Him,
who put their HOPE in His unfailing love.
Psalm 147:11

 

Do not let your heart envy sinners,
but always be zealous for the fear of the LORD.
There is surely a future HOPE for you,
and your HOPE will not be cut off.
Listen, my son, and be wise,
and keep your heart on the right path.
Proverbs 23:17-19

 

And we rejoice in the HOPE of the glory of God. 
Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings,
because we know that suffering produces perseverance;
 perseverance, character; and character, HOPE.
And HOPE does not disappoint us, because God has poured out His
love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom He has given us.
Romans 5:3-5

 

 For even Christ did not please Himself but, as it is written:
“The insults of those who insult you have fallen on Me.”
  For everything that was written in the past was written to teach us,
so that through endurance and the encouragement of the Scriptures
we might have HOPE.
Romans 15:3-4

 

May the God of HOPE fill you with all joy and peace
as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with HOPE
by the power of the Holy Spirit.
Romans 15:13

 

May our Lord Jesus Christ Himself and God our Father,
who loved us and by His grace gave us eternal
encouragement and good HOPE,
encourage your hearts and strengthen
you in every good deed and word.
2 Thessalonians 2:16-17

 

We have this HOPE as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure.  
Hebrews 6:19

 

Therefore, prepare your minds for action;
be self-controlled; set your HOPE fully on the grace
to be given you when Jesus Christ is revealed.
 As obedient children, do not conform to the
evil desires you had when you lived in ignorance.
 But just as He who called you is Holy, so be Holy in all you do;
 for it is written: “Be Holy, because I am Holy.”
1 Peter 1:13-16

 

On my way to work yesterday morning, I spotted this couple as they walked down their driveway and out to the edge of the road  ~  a young father, holding the hand of his little boy.  Off in the distance, I saw the yellow school bus rounding the corner, coming toward the waiting pair.  I noticed that the young lad turned to look at his approaching ride, then quickly lifted his eyes to meet his father’s.  As I drove by in that brief moment, I saw a glance of hope, assurance, and love.  Even in the event of the usual, one little boy gathered confidence and courage to face another day from his strong, trusting, and loving relationship with his father.  How about us?  In the usual or in the depths of great disappointment and pain, do we seek out the One relationship that provides peace, assurance, and hope for our day? 

 Won’t you join me … and the little boy down the street, as we look to our Father for Hope?

Until next time,
Debbie

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Completely

20 May
 

“Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul
and with all your mind and with all your strength. 
The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ 
There is no commandment greater than these.”
Mark 12:30-31

 

I was honored with an invitation to be the guest speaker at a ladies’ annual spring banquet last Friday night.  The church was located back in my old tromping grounds of southern Indiana, so I was blessed beyond measure to have 12 of my dearest friends from the Cincinnati area come and see me!  The evening’s festivities began with cupcake chat, singing, and a delicious dinner.  What a joy it was for me as I sat there eating, talking, and listening to the different conversations around the table … trying to soak up every moment of being with my friends so I could tuck away the evening’s morsels of memories and savor them later. 

Most of the gals, plus my Momma!

With satisfied and full tummies, we all made our way back up to the sanctuary for the remainder of the evening.  Moments before I was introduced and welcomed to come up front, a young lady began to sing a very special song.  As the music started to play for her accompaniment, my heart began to swell and my eyes began to fill.  I sat there in that pew, totally transported to another time and another place. 

The time was September 13, 2006 and the place was Higher Ground Conference and Retreat Center in West Harrison, Indiana.  Having packed every item we owned, leaving behind our place of ministry in Albuquerque, NM for the past 9 years and friends too many to count, a new life was before us.  After traveling for 3 days and 1400 miles, we were almost there.  As I followed behind the big yellow moving truck and exited off the interstate, I slipped my Sandia Women’s Retreat 2006 Worship CD into the player and found this special song on purpose.  The message of the words penetrated my being as I once again had to let go and surrender everything to His control.  With tears streaming down my face, we pulled onto the grounds of our new home, ministry, and life.  I sang this song as an act of worship … my heart filled with sadness in leaving friends and ministry behind, and my soul filled with the uncertainty of a new place, new work and ministry, and new people.  Right there in that moment …  Click here to listen

COMPLETELY 

The secret of life is letting go
The secret of love is letting it show
In all that I do
In all that I say
Right here in this moment

The power of prayer is in a humble cry
The power of change is in giving my life
And laying it down
Down at your feet
Right here in this moment

(Chorus)
Take my heart
Take my soul
I surrender everything to your control
And let all that is within me lift up to you and say
I am yours and yours alone
Completely

This journey of life is a search for truth
This journey of faith is following you
Every step of the way
Through the joy and the pain
Right here in this moment

(Chorus)
Take my heart
Take my soul
I surrender everything to your control
And let all that is within me lift up to you and say
I am yours and yours alone
Completely

Right here, right now, and for the rest of my life
Hear me say

(Chorus)
Take my heart
Take my soul
I surrender everything to your control
And let all that is within me lift up to you and say
I am yours and yours alone
Completely

I am yours and yours alone
Completely

 

As I sat there last Friday night once again listening to this song, I could still smell the freshly mown grass, I could see the deep plush green of everything (as opposed to the very little green and mostly brown that we had grown to love in Albuquerque), and I could still feel the intense ache, fear, and loneliness that enveloped me at that moment in 2006.   But as that young lady continued to sing, my Jesus wrapped His arms of love around me and whispered in my ear … “Look around you.”  There I was, literally surrounded by 3 rows of women who specifically came to see me.  These weren’t just any women.  They were the ones I rubbed shoulders with on a regular basis … at work, at district functions, Munchy Monday, … all from my life at Higher Ground.   We have laughed together, cried together, prayed together, and lived life together.  They were the result of my letting go, laying it all at His feet, and saying I am Yours and Yours alone … completely.  

I am overwhelmed with how personal and loving my Jesus is to me.    He took the past 5 years, placed it all in a box for me, and wrapped it up with a nice pretty bow on top.  He placed a tag on the outside and wrote “I love you, Debbie!” Those girls, especially, know what that means to me.  They are the jewels inside that shine above all the other stuff. 

With tears still in my eyes, it was my turn to come up front and speak.  Temporarily laying my notes to the side, I had to share my journey through those last 5 minutes and express my love in return to my Jesus.     

Take my heart
Take my soul
I surrender everything to your control
And let all that is within me lift up to you and say
I am yours and yours alone
Completely

I am Yours and Yours alone
Completely

I will share the rest of the story … next time.
Debbie

My Shepherd

19 Oct

He tends his flock like a shepherd:
He gathers the lambs in his arms
and carries them close to his heart.
Isaiah 40:11

 

Have you ever had one of those nights when you wake up after being asleep for only a couple of hours?  I have on occasion, but most recently just a few nights ago.  After turning over and fluffing up my pillow, I found myself wide awake.  I slipped out of bed and walked across the hall to the bathroom.  Once back in bed, the heaviness and warmth of the recently added electric blanket weighed down on me, so I got up again and made my way to the kitchen to get some cold water.  The coolness of the liquid felt good, but only for a brief moment.  I crawled back in bed.  I closed my eyes and tried to settle my mind, but instead, thoughts began to race through my head, wrecking havoc to my heart.  Have you ever been there?  I know that sometimes the Lord wakes me up during the wee hours of the morning and I feel an urgency to pray for someone or a particular situation, but I have also learned from experience that Satan can wake me up as well.  Instead of being able to pray my way out the dark pit I felt myself slipping into, I laid there wrestling with the enemy.  After three hours of restless stirrings, my weary mind and exhausted spirit began to search the archives of scripture that I have set to memory.  The only passage that I could clearly remember was the 23rd Psalm…King James Version, of course.  That is how I memorized it as a young child.  Now in the light of day, I am convinced even more so of the importance of teaching our children scripture at a young age.  Psalm 23 somehow penetrated its way through the blackness of my night … do you think it was because it had been engraved on my heart for so many years?

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.

I love this!  I claim ownership right here!  He is MY Shepherd!  What more do I need?   Nothing … just Jesus!!

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:

I laid there and slowly began to relax as I envisioned being led into a wide open and spacious meadow full of the richness of Jesus … to lie down and be refreshed and restored by Jesus, MY Shepherd.


he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness
 for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

Even though some of those paths may be through valleys full of shadows and long nights, I still know that I can trust MY Shepherd that those paths lead me to righteousness … for His name’s sake … It’s not about me, but it’s all for Him!!

I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;
thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Evil, with all its demons of fear, doubt, bitterness, and all those dark night-time darts that the enemy threw at me tried its best to consume me, but I reached out for MY Shepherd, for He promises that He is with me … His very heart comforts me.


Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies:
thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

A victorious and overwhelming banquet … for MY Shepherd Jesus and me!


Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:

My heart began to soar as I came to this verse … my key verse for Morsels of Mercy … a promise to me from the heart of MY Shepherd!!  These precious words also brought to mind a very special song from my days back in Albuquerque in Pastor Gregg’s choir.  Sweet Aroma of Praise …


and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

 

“Forever” began for me just a little over 50 years ago now!   I’m so grateful that I don’t have to wait till I die to dwell in the house of the Lord forever … I can be there now! 

It was the words of this ancient Psalm that finally broke through the tight grip of darkness, and I rested for the remaining few hours of the morning in the sweet presence of MY Shepherd.  It is there that I long to stay.  Where His mercies and His compassions are new every morning … He is my portion, my hope, and I seek Him and wait for Him. 

Won’t you join me?

Till next time,
Debbie

It is of the LORD’s mercies that we are not consumed,
because his compassions fail not.
They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.
The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him.
The LORD is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him.
It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD.
Lamentations 3:22-26

 

Every Day Matters

24 Sep

Then he said to them all: “If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself
and take up his cross daily and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life
will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will save it. What good is it
for a man to gain the whole world, and yet lose or forfeit his very self?
Luke 9:23-25

 

I’m down to the final days and the final room of unpacking boxes.  Yes, I know. It has taken longer than it should have to get settled.  But I have set a goal for myself that by this time next year, when our year lease on the big brown house is up, I will have substantially gotten rid of a lot of stuff.  Stuff that I have kept for the sake of keeping it.  You know, “so and so gave that to me” or better yet … “I have kept this all these years but do not remember where it came from.”   In order to weed through things like that, it takes time. 

So back to my final days and the final room.  This room was saved for last because I knew it would take me the longest.  It is officially called ‘the office’, but there is very little office work accomplished in this room.  There are two desks, filing cabinets, receipts, pens, paper and paper clips … oh!  And stamps.  But little else that could give someone reason to call it an office.  In truth, it’s more like the Taco Bell/KFC/Pizza Hut combo restaurant!  Ours is the Office/Library/Museum Room.  Along with the office, which we have already covered, is the Library.  I have a very large bookcase, which is full of all sorts of books, from Chilton mechanic manuals to Little House on the Prairie, and everything in between.  My assortment of reading material mostly consists of books regarding the Christian life, written for a variety of different readers … woman, wife, mother, Grami, friend, husband, son, the troubled, the sick, the young, the old, and much more.  The final part of our trilogy room is the Museum.  Cows, plaques, pictures, magnets, forks, mugs, special notes, candles, pillows, old computers, footballs, posters, peacock feathers, a walking cane, forks, and SO much more.  I love people, I love memories, and I love to be surrounded by it all!  This is my room of treasures.  (except the old computers … they belong to desk #2, but still qualify as part of the Museum!) 

So back to my final days and the final room.  Yesterday afternoon, I was working on a bulletin board that I have always kept at my desk.  It was full of pictures of my family, cut out and cropped to fit a gazillion photos in one area so I could be blessed every time I looked at it.  Several years has gone by since I created this collage, and life has brought a couple new faces into our family.  So, I took out a few outdated photos and added a few current ones.  I was also combining little trinkets and special treasures from another board I kept at my desk at Higher Ground.  From that board, I peeled off the words  “Every Day Matters”   and stuck it to the bigger board I was working on.  This small three-word phrase comes from J.C. Penney’s sales ads and catalogs.  I remember the first time I saw it and thinking how true it was!  Every day does matter. 

 Here are some excerpts from my favorite devotional book, My Utmost For His Highest by Oswald Chambers  ~  July 28

“We have the idea that God is leading us toward a particular end or a desired goal, but He is not. The question of whether or not we arrive at a particular goal is of little importance, and reaching it becomes merely an episode along the way. What we see as only the process of reaching a particular end, God sees as the goal itself.

What is my vision of God’s purpose for me? Whatever it may be, His purpose is for me to depend on Him and on His power now. If I can stay calm, faithful, and unconfused while in the middle of the turmoil of life, the goal of the purpose of God is being accomplished in me. God is not working toward a particular finish— His purpose is the process itself. What He desires for me is that I see “Him walking on the sea” with no shore, no success, nor goal in sight, but simply having the absolute certainty that everything is all right because I see “Him walking on the sea” (Mark 6:49). It is the process, not the outcome, that is glorifying to God.

God’s training is for now, not later. His purpose is for this very minute, not for sometime in the future. We have nothing to do with what will follow our obedience, and we are wrong to concern ourselves with it. What people call preparation, God sees as the goal itself.

God’s purpose is to enable me to see that He can walk on the storms of my life right now. If we have a further goal in mind, we are not paying enough attention to the present time. However, if we realize that moment-by-moment obedience is the goal, then each moment as it comes is precious.”

Every day matters.  Yes, ultimately Heaven is our goal, but it is the journey that really makes the difference.  We must recognize that God is walking on the seas of our lives and that we must allow Him to be the God of our winds, waves and even the calm and peaceful days.  If we don’t allow Him to be the Lord of it all, then scripture tells us that Heaven will not be our end.  Every day matters.

So back to my final days and the final room.  My goal is to have less stuff in a year, and what I do keep will be carefully gone through and well organized.  But a few weeks ago as I helped carry box after box after box into the moving truck … and then back out again two days later, my projected goal and its task seemed daunting.  A year from now will show the difference, but it will be the every day between now and then that truly matters. 

There are countless circumstances in our lives where every day does matter.  Relationships, our jobs, our health, …  you finish your own list.  Please join with me in all these areas of our lives to embrace the truth that Every Day Matters.

Until next time,
Debbie

Torn Britches

6 Jul

Torn Britches was originally written last summer  ~  July 2009.

2 Corinthians 4:7
But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show
that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. 

 

After working several hours cleaning the Ferguson Dining Hall on Friday, I gathered our paychecks, some outgoing mail, and my purse and headed for the car.  As I sat down, it felt like I sat on something lying in the seat … I raised my rear up and brushed my hand across the car seat  ~  didn’t find anything, so I settled back down, put the car in gear, and made my way into town.  I made a deposit at the drive-up window at the bank and then dropped a card in the mailbox at the post office.  My next stop was to return an item at Cato’s.  I walked up to the counter where I stood for several minutes as the clerk processed my refund.  I never have understood why those who design check-out counters do not think of us who are petite in stature.  I’m almost standing on tip toes, with my arms raised nearly to my shoulders so I can see to write my name on the little machine, claiming that I am who I am.  Stuffing the receipts into my purse, clearance signs attract my attention, so I browse several racks of clothing  ~  envisioning myself in various tops, capris and dresses … but nothing really spoke to me, so I walked past the two floor clerks and left.  I got in my car and drove over to K-Mart, where I also stopped at the customer service counter to make another return.  I had two items to return on two separate receipts, so this took a little longer than anticipated, but I tried to have patience.  After I once again stuffed receipts into my purse, I meandered to their clearance racks, hoping to find something of interest to buy for my upcoming vacation.  Moments later, Tim called and was full of stories about his afternoon.  My concentration of shopping was broken as I listened, so I slowly made my way back out to my car.  As we continued to talk, I drove over to Bigg’s where I had yet one more return to make.  As I was getting out of the car, I felt that funny feeling again … the one where I thought I was sitting on something.  I already had one leg out of the car and onto the parking lot, so I went ahead and stood up so I could check the seat.  Much to my surprise, there was nothing there.  Making sure whatever it was wasn’t sticking to my backside, my right hand brushed against something odd and airy … and then my fingers got caught in some sort of thread  ~  OH MY GOODNESS!!!  I had a ginormous hole in my pants!!  I quickly slid back into my car and headed home, all the while my brain was back tracking over the past hour and these visions of horror filled my racing mind!  How far HAD I stretched my arms up to reach the counter at Cato’s  ~  hiking my t-shirt tail way up to expose even more of my embarrassing situation??  How long WAS I standing there at K-Mart as the return took longer than it should have.  One normally doesn’t notice someone’s butt when you’re out shopping, but I WAS just standing there with my back side facing the door … at just enough distance away that my rear end was more noticeable than had I been closer to the door.  Sigh …  As I pulled into the driveway, my neighbor Arno was just walking out.  I waited until he got into his car and drove away before I made a dash into the house and ran to the bathroom mirror to see what I could see.  OH MY GOODNESS!!!!   I had a wedgy and half of my butt cheek was showing through this humongous opening!  I yanked my bright colored undies from their hiding place and straightened everything out so it would look presentable … yeah right!  I pulled my t-shirt down as far as it would go to see if there was any possible way that it had conveniently covered the humiliating scene, but there was no way.  I once again remembered the counter at Cato’s … and my arms stretching, which I’m sure pulled the shirt clear up to my waist.  Sigh …

"OH MY GOODNESS!!"

Yes, I took pictures.  You know me  ~  I take pictures of everything!  You have my permission to laugh.  I did.  There was no use doing anything else but that.  With the stress and strain of life, it feels really good to laugh sometimes.  Laughing distracts from the cares of the moment and brings a cheer to any situation … even if for a brief time.  Hehehe!!  Did I just say brief? 

The stress and strain in your life might not be a pair of torn jeans … or it may be the equivalent of that in the world in which you live.  A heart bumped around by a relationship, emotions kept in a constant spiral of confusion and dread, joy seemingly squelched by outside circumstances…

Have you ever ridden one of those barrel spinners at the amusement parks  ~  the one with the big wheel in the middle and the seats are all around?  The one that whips the cars in and around each other, spinning, bobbing, twirling?  The colors blur, the music blares, your hair blows wildly, and the squeals …    

I hate that ride.  So why do I find myself hopping back onto it so often?  Not at the theme park ~ no … never again there…but in the non-fantasyland of real life?  And how do I make it stop?

 
Overwhelmed.  That’s the word we all hear  ~  whether we are saying it or we hear others say it.  “I’m just overwhelmed.”  “This is so overwhelming.”  I don’t know about the “whelming” part, but I’m all for the being “over” part, aren’t you?  It really is crazy what we do to ourselves.  Although life could probably be a lot more ordered and structured than some of us allow it to be, and although certain unavoidable situations arise that knock even our best laid plans off balance, we could and should be experiencing God the best during our seasons of “overwhelming.”

Most days our mundane lives communicate very little to others about the difference Christ makes to us.  But set us to spinning with seemingly impossible problems, irritating and frustrating people and situations, and a to-do list with no end, others will suddenly start seeing the contents inside these jars of clay.  What will they see?  Will they see a glint of treasure … a depth of purity and power than can come only from God and not from us?  Or will they see a slopped mess of alarm, discouragement, bitterness and resentment … not to mention a lack of trust in God. 

Proverbs 3:5-6
Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. 

2 Corinthians 4:7
But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. 
We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; 
persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.

Matthew 12:34
For out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks.
The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in him,
and the evil man brings evil things
out of the evil stored up in him.

Ephesians 4:29
Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths,
but only what is helpful for building others up
according to their needs,
that it may benefit those who listen.
And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, with whom you were
sealed for the day of redemption.
Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander,
along with every form of malice.
Be kind and compassionate to one another,
forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.

2 Corinthians 12:10
That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships,
in persecutions,
in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
 

Philippians 4:13
 I can do everything through Him who gives me strength.

 

Physically we may be operating on perpetual exhaustion.  Emotionally we may be a frayed knot of nerves and numbness.  But spiritually we should be drinking from a well deeper than many of us have ever known ~ the depths of God’s higher purposes and the assurance that He knows what He’s doing.  He may be strengthening the muscles we’ll need for perhaps even more difficult days ahead, and I’m confident that He’s infusing us with firsthand experiences that will give our advice, our support, and our prayers an authentic ring to people caught in similar situations. 

I challenge us all to take comfort during times like these to know that God is longing to do something extraordinary in us.  I know that I have prayed all my life for others to see Jesus in me.  The time is now, in the midst of the spinning and the twirling, that I long to be “overwhelmed” by HIS sustaining, securing, and victorious power.  Care to join me?

Until next time,
Debbie