Believe

As A Child

     Remember when you were little? As a child you believed. Believed in fairies, princess', leprechauns and all the other things that lived in your imagination. Sometimes your imagination went wild. When this was me, my mom gently steered me back to reality and then would show me the wonders of the world around me. The magic that was happening right in front of my nose in my own back yard. Did anyone ever have that scary something under the bed or in the closet in your bedroom at bedtime? I did and once more my imagination was running wild. Again there was my mom coaxing me back to reality. Assuring me that I was never alone. Sharing with me that I had someone special in my heart. All I had to do was believe and trust that He was there. He was Jesus. My Jesus. My strength and my courage to keep the scary monsters at bay and I wasn't alone. Wow! That was so awesome for me to think that in my head as a child. It is so easy to forget this as a grown up and my "grown up monsters" get the best of me. Here is when I need to go back to that place I knew as a child. Back to Him. Back to the place that faith is waiting for me.

Rest In Me

     This past week has had me looking back over the past two years that our little family has lived through. They have been two years full of constant adjustments and new challenges. Why these two years and not other years? These two years are growing years from a year that brought our family some of our greatest challenges. We realized that in spite of these seemingly insurmountable and overwhelming challenges how tremendously blessed we were. We continue to be tremendously blessed even though we meet new challenges. I remember back to the feelings of great despair, suffocating anxiety and the feeling of being lost in a dark sinking oblivion-not knowing what to do or what to think. Broken but knowing that none of these feelings were an option at that moment in time. I had to rise above. I had to breathe. I had to think. Here is when I found myself in the only place that made any sense. On my knees! The only place I could find that was quiet and secure for my jumbled messy thought filled brain and the only place I could find rest for my weary and heavy heart was prayer. I knew it was time for me to quit trying to carry all of this on my inadequate shoulders and instead lay all of this in the capable strong arms of my Jesus. He knew I had bared all I could at that moment and he was there ready to carry all of my jumbled mess, all I had to do was give it to Him. Release trying to control it all and lay it on Him. By faith. Faith that I didn't think I was capable of having......but when the time was right He showed me. I had finally become receptive to His quiet prodding- "Rest in me."

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