Me. Today. Blessed Are those...

Who hunger and thirst.

When I'm aching in pain and want to reach towards addictive behavior, there is a cry in my soul, " an itch, a crawling and scratching at that surface to find a way out."

Pastor, Jay is on to something. Go find out. A must read! At Grace Like Rain

Me. Today. Feeling bullied

<sup>I'm being bullied.

I don't like it.

It hurts.

The Lord has whispered that He will put a stop to it.

Today, I confront the one who bullies.

I trust that whatever the out come.

God rescues.


Psalm 17
1-2</sup> Listen while I build my case, God, the most honest prayer you'll ever hear. Show the world I'm innocent— in your heart you know I am.
³ Go ahead, examine me from inside out, surprise me in the middle of the night— You'll find I'm just what I say I am. My words don't run loose.
^4-5 I'm not trying to get my way in the world's way. I'm trying to get your way, your Word's way. I'm staying on your trail; I'm putting one foot In front of the other. I'm not giving up.
^6-7 I call to you, God, because I'm sure of an answer. So—answer! bend your ear! listen sharp! Paint grace-graffiti on the fences; take in your frightened children who Are running from the neighborhood bullies straight to you.
^8-9 Keep your eye on me; hide me under your cool wing feathers From the wicked who are out to get me, from mortal enemies closing in.
^10-14 Their hearts are hard as nails, their mouths blast hot air. They are after me, nipping my heels, determined to bring me down, Lions ready to rip me apart, young lions poised to pounce. Up, God: beard them! break them! By your sword, free me from their clutches; Barehanded, God, break these mortals, these flat-earth people who can't think beyond today. I'd like to see their bellies swollen with famine food, The weeds they've sown harvested and baked into famine bread, With second helpings for their children and crusts for their babies to chew on.
¹⁵ And me? I plan on looking you full in the face. When I get up, I'll see your full stature and live heaven on earth

Me. Today. Hopeful.

Shaken. Joyful. Tearful. Hopeful. My life is going to turn around. I just know it. I lean on His promises and hope in His grace that is sufficient. Yes, His power is made perfect in my weakness.

" Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous be shaken." Psalm 55:22

Lord, when will the train take a turn so I can jump on and join in on the journey? Hope that is. In you. xo
This beautiful girl always reminded me of the hope found in Jesus.

She knew of that hope and lived in it daily. It was her life mission for others to know His hope. She was a hope giver.


I miss you sweet Gina.
Gina, my dear friend, went to live with the Lord September 2010 You will be forever missed.

mind games?

I wrote this post months ago, published it, then for some reason took it down. Maybe it felt to raw, to honest to put here but I've let go of what "others" might think of my pain, my process and I'm honored that you've come to "read my live journal".

Read it with love? Criticism? Judgment? It doesn't matter to me. But do me a favor and ask Jesus to go on you with your journey through your dark world. The dark part of you.

We all have a dark area of our lives. Dare not to be afraid of it. You're going to be OK.

So am I.

a page from my journal:

Holding my Lord with a white knuckle grip. Take my pain, thoughts. Thoughts. Painful, wonderful thoughts. Wrong? Why Lord? Why?

Take every thought captive to the obedience of Christ. He is the one who can change our thoughts when we give them to Him. Come into my thoughts Lord. I will not hold too tightly to them.

When I friend dies quickly, without notice, the mind plays tricks.