This blog is my writing baby… I started my journey as an author in the pages of this site. Writing about the trials going on in the lives of our little family was therapeutic. It was also encouraging to connect with others from miles away and know we were not alone. When my husband was dying I sent out an SOS asking for prayer warriors to raise up on our families behalf. The power of prayer was evident in the light that shone through despite the dark news of my beloved’s death. The picture of Josh’s going into the arms of the Savior Jesus Christ was pressed on my heart with his smile at the moment of his passing into glory. His face glowed and the sunrise that met us there that morning when he left this earth. As a widow this blog kept inspiring me to dig into God’s Word for wisdom and inspiration in the life I had to continue with my two sons without him. It was a joy to continue to write on a weekly basis.
Then the opportunity for me to take online classes at The Master’s University opened up and that was such a gift from the Lord during an intensely trying time of waiting. It was after listening to a sermon by Steve Lawson that I was moved to not sit idly but to do something where God had me. I decided to go back to school at The Master’s University to finish a degree I had begun years prior. As classes picked up, the blog writing time dwindled a bit.
During the craziness of Covid, I met and married my wonderful new husband within a one year period. It was fun for my two boys and I to get to know him and we just fell in love. God’s love that knit us together. Naturally, my husband and our blended family took on my primary ministry and we soon found ourselves expecting a baby boy. I managed to graduate from TMU with my Master’s in Biblical Studies during that time period but left the blog on the back burner while I had a bun in the oven.
While still pregnant, January 2022, I made a New Year resolution that became was left unfulfilled. The Spring season was a hoary time of new life for us while at the same time a challenging for me struggling with post-postpartum recovery and breastfeeding. The temptation when faed with an unmet goal is to become discouraged. Whether it’s being behind on a resolution, Bible reading plan, school lesson, or work. Or feeling crushed at a dream unrealized… whatever it is, the real challenge is to get back up on the saddle. Thankfully for a Christian we have a merciful Savior who sympathizes with our weakness and remembers that we are but dust. The first step for us is to recognize that we fall short and to pray for God to intervene. Nonetheless, we can’t loose hope nor let the past stop us from pressing on toward the future and seek to finish what we started. Whatever our goals were and however long it’s been since we have neglected them, if we still have breath, it is not too late.
Paul was not deterred by his past failures and bleak history. And the guy was responsible for the murder of Stephen, who was such a godly man that his face shone bright like that of our Lord as he was be brutally killed by Paul’s men. Yet, it was not Paul who was able to pick himself up from his boot straps and change himself out of being a persecutor of the church. In fact, Paul had to be struck blind in order to see Jesus and seek spiritual healing. So I am asking for your prayers if you are reading this, for me to pick up the writing back and study some woman in church history that may inspire us in our own journeys. And please let me know how I can pray for you.
“Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 3:13-14
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