Showing posts from December, 2012

Confidence through the tough times – Psalm 9:10

Written April-June 2011 Psalm 9:10 (GW) Those who know your name trust you, O LORD, because you have never deserted those who seek your help. I know one thing for certain: God will hold my hand. Today I saw how frail human life is. My Mom is ill and if I start to let go of the peace that God gives me, I feel intense turmoil in my heart. Just as I start to fall, God steadies my heart. He steadies my heart by giving me the Scripture that I need to hang on. Those deep times of communion with the Lord have given me the confidence to know that he is there even when times are hard for me. Certainly, I cannot live only for those deep moments with God. But those times when I clearly discern his hand in the everyday-ness of my life are the result of that bond. If I didn't know God, I would not understand his presence in my life. He loves me regardless of the things I tend to do or say. He knows the journey I am on and he also knows when I am feeling tired and overwhelmed...

Joys of the healing journey: The tenderness of the Lord

December 9, 2012 Isaiah 41:10   Don’t be afraid, because I am with you. Don’t be intimidated; I am your God. I will strengthen you. I will help you. I will support you with my victorious right hand. Add your own issue and it becomes your story -- ·         Injury. ·         Hospitalization. ·         Incapacitation. ·         Loss of independence. ·         Long and painful rehabilitation. It’s easy to be overwhelmed when we tumble into deep, unexpected valleys and find ourselves with interrupted lives. Why not write? The journey has been interesting for me because I  didn't  let go of the hand of God. I screamed out in pain, I never doubted God was with me through my trauma. So why did I stop blogging and writing about the journey?   I had not been able to put into words what God revealed to me during my most painful times. The tenderness of Jesus I learned that Jesus wanted me to hold Him – to hold on to His strength and tenderness. When we hold on to a