Hello Dear Friend,
Thank you for visiting my blog. One of the privileges we have as followers of Christ is walking in community with fellow believers. I am so glad you are willing to join me on this journey. Let me tell you a little bit about myself.
Currently, I am walking through the daily trials and joys of being a wife and a mother of two gorgeous young daughters and loving every minute of it, well, for the most part anyway. I would be lying to you if I told you I was thoroughly enjoying the moments when I am hiding in the bathroom just to get a minute to breathe, or the endless nights I spend watching my child breathe when she catches a cold. I really don’t love those moments, but I do love that we serve a God who is always faithful to meet me there. And honestly, those are the moments I most often write about because it is then that my own strength and human effort goes out the window and I receive a personal touch from a big, mighty, powerful God. It’s that touch that compels me to write in hopes that my readers will receive the same kind of touch through the living word of God, because I know I’m not the only one who hides from her children in the bathroom from time to time.
I serve in my church as a prayer partner, small group leader, and on the women’s ministry leadership team. Through my ministry involvement I have fallen in love with the hearts of my fellow sisters in Christ, and my desire is to walk alongside them and encourage them as they encourage me in our daily walks as daughters of the King. My dream is to be the wife and mom that God has created me to be, and to faithfully walk out every assignment God places in front of me.
My favorite part of the day is the morning. There is just something about sitting at the feet of Jesus every morning with my Bible in my lap, my pen in my right hand and a warm cup of coffee in the other. Some days I have two blonde, bed-headed little girls in footsie pajamas climbing on me as well. Nevertheless, I soak Him in as much as I can.
If you would like to know more about my story, it is included in the piece below, titled “There She Found Her Peace.” This gives my life story in a nutshell and is the basis of everything that I write. God has shown me through my walk with Him that He is who he says He is, and that is where I find my peace. Knowing Him. Knowing who He is. Knowing HE. IS. FAITHFUL.
I pray that you find encouragement in reading the precious truths God lays on my heart to share with you. May you daily walk victoriously through faith in His name, knowing that He is who He says He is.
In His Name,
There She Found Her Peace
She was a child of a broken home, and her world was shaken at a young age. She watched her mother run with her broken heart to God for shelter and healing. As her mother struggled to make ends meet, she would throw her arms up, hands opened wide in surrender. Jehovah-Jireh (The Lord Will Provide) met her at her wit’s end, and there they found their peace.
As a teenage girl fighting against peer pressure, she was tired of “doing the right thing” and rebelled. But soon the popular high school life left her feeling empty and ashamed. She followed that path for a few years out of high school, but she knew this was not the life she wanted.
She threw her arms up, hands opened wide in surrender. She met Jesus at her wit’s end, and there she found her peace.
Ready for her next chapter in life, she set out to find true love. After looking for love in all the wrong places her broken heart left her feeling lonely and discouraged. She felt like there was an empty place in her heart that only a man could fill.
She threw her arms up, hands opened wide in surrender. Jehovah-Shammah (The Lord My Companion) met her at her wit’s end, and there she found her peace.
Once she began to understand that the emptiness in her heart could only be filled by God, she met a man that became her husband. They decided it was time to start a family. The months of trying to conceive began to stack up, and they soon learned that some medical issues may prevent her from carrying a child.
She threw her arms up, hands opened wide in surrender. Elohim (The All-Powerful One, Creator) met her at her wit’s end, and there she found her peace.
She became pregnant and was filled with outstanding joy. She shouted from the mountain tops that she was going to be a mommy, and her mind raced with plans and dreams for the future. A few months into her pregnancy she found out that the baby had stopped growing and would not live. She said good-bye to the child growing in her womb, and lost sight of the dream once again.
She threw her arms up, hands opened wide in surrender. Jehovah-Shalom (The Lord is Peace) met her at her wit’s end, and there she found her peace.
God showered her in grace and peace and held her hand as she healed from her loss. He gave her another miracle that was set to arrive at the end of September. Though God’s hand was on the situation, issues and complications began to arise. She spent nearly half of her pregnancy on strict bed rest. There was nothing she could do but lie there and wait and pray that God would allow her child to live.
She threw her arms up, hands opened wide in surrender. Immanuel (God With Us) met her at her wit’s end, and there she found her peace.
Her baby arrived, safely and without incident. At the moment of her daughter’s birth she learned of a love that she never knew existed. A few years later, she and her husband prepared to welcome their second daughter into the world. She fought fear and complications for nine months. She felt prepared for whatever was before her, but nothing could have truly prepared her for this. Her second daughter came into the world lifeless via crash c-section.
She threw her arms up, hands opened wide in surrender. El Elyon (The God Most High) met her at her wit’s end, and there she found her peace.
God saved her child and His Mighty Hand was visible to everyone involved. At three months old her child became deathly ill again. Her daughter was hospitalized in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit and laid unconscious and attached to a ventilator. As she watched her daughter fight for her life again, she was left helpless and afraid.
She threw her arms up, hands opened wide in surrender. Jehovah-Rapha (The Lord Who Heals) met her at her wit’s end, and there she found her peace.
She came to a point in her life where being at her wit’s end, the end of her own strength and ability, wasn’t such a bad place to be. For Yhwh (The Great I Am) met her there, and there she found her peace.
“‘I know the plans have for you,’ says the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, to give you a future and a hope.'”