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”Where can we go to flee from His presence? If we go up to the heavens He’s there; if we make our bed in the depths, He’s there. If we rise on the wings of the dawn, if we settle on the far side of the sea, even there His hand will guide us, His right hand will hold us fast.” (Psalm 139:7-10) Do you need to take a deep breath with me? Can you envision His grip? He holds us fast, firm, tight. Claim these truths with me. There’s no place He is not. There’s no time He will abandon us. His hand is trustworthy. His hand holds our lives here and our eternal future. He will lead us … Continue readingHeld Fast

The voice of truth shouted through the cracks beneath my feet, the weeds that I stepped over and the ones that surrounded me on all sides. Some parts of the path were more dense, others less overtaken; much like life‘s journey here. I couldn’t rejoice in my circumstances, but I chose to rejoice in the God of my salvation. The birds freely soared above. The moment whispered. Hope in Me more, I will help you soar despite the storms. Much surrounds you, I know. It will try to overtake you, entangle you, and make you question My love for you, but don’t let it. Take My hand. I see it all. I will uphold you. The path opened to an … Continue readingOvertaken

When it comes to invitations in the past, I hesitated to invite others over until my house was perfect; pillows fluffed, counters shiny, everything in order. That urge has let up and it’s such a relief. A friend recently told me that she prepares for guests by getting out her dirty laundry basket. She places it for all to see, even spilling some dirty socks onto the floor. She explained the relief she witnesses in response, a sigh, as if to say, “Oh good, you too.” I think we all desire to pour out our mess and desire others to share theirs. To admit we have dirty laundry is an invitation in itself. One thing I have found is a … Continue readingDirty Laundry