Sunday, August 30, 2015

The Real Deal~

My grandma, born and raised in the deep South, was a spunky lady, to say the least. She had a dry, witty sense of humor and was famous for her one-liners. While her words always brought a laugh, they also revealed her wisdom. Long after the laughter faded, her words resonated in my heart.

As a young, single woman in my early twenties, I often traveled by myself. I thought nothing of getting in my car and driving seven hours North to see my parents, or ten hours East to spend time with my sister. My parents, however, worried about my safety. Time after time, they cautioned me of the dangers of traveling alone. One time, this familiar topic of conversation came up while we were visiting my grandma.

"I don't know why she insists on traveling by herself," my mother said, as I sat right beside her on my Grandma's couch. "I keep telling her to get a man's hat and place it in her back window. That way, it would at least look like a man was traveling with her. For all they know, he could simply be taking a nap in the backseat!"

Without skipping a beat, my Grandma leaned forward, looked directly at me and remarked, "Forget about the hat, honey. Get a man!" Laughter spilled into the room. Then Grandma continued. "Who wants a silly ole hat when you can have the real deal?!"

And of course, for all practical purposes, Grandma was right! I understood my mother's reasoning and felt her love for me in this odd request, but I had to agree with my Grandma. What good would a hat do? It was, after all, just a hat. At a quick glance, it might give the appearance that a man was along for the ride, but appearances and reality are two totally different things! Could a hat change a flat tire for me? Could a hat take the wheel and drive for me if I got tired and needed a break from the driver's seat? Could a hat protect me from a would be assailant? No, the hat was merely for show and would only provide a false sense of security. I didn't need a hat, I needed a man!

As ridiculous as I found my mother's idea to be, I couldn't deny the joke was on me when it came to my spiritual life.

 I had grown up in a Christian home and had attended church from a young age. I knew all about God, the Bible, and what it meant to look like a Christian. In fact, anyone who spotted me cruising through life would have been sure to notice my Bible, my Christian lingo and my Christian ways. But, if they would have gotten close enough to peer into the backseat of my heart, they would have discovered all these were just for show. I was traveling life alone. I had religion, but what I needed was the man, Christ Jesus.

It wasn't until my earlier thirties that I traded in my religious facade for a true, vibrant, living and breathing relationship with the Lord. Through the power of the Holy Spirit, God became real to me for the first time in my life. Now, my Bible is no longer on display for all to see, but instead, it's words are hidden in my heart, guiding, leading and transforming me little by little, day by day. The words I speak are no longer spoken to impress others with my spirituality, but rather to impress upon others the beauty and freedom that can be found in a relationship with Jesus. I pray each day God will take the wheel of my life and live in and through me.

I am no longer satisfied with religion.
I am no longer content to live a life "just for show", and why should I be?

Think about it.    

Can religion forgive my sins?

Can religion create a new heart in me?

Can religion live in and through me?

Can religion feel my hurt, understand my fears, or speak to my heart?

No, only Jesus can.

Why would I want to settle for anything less than Jesus?...and why should you?


Oh, by the way, in case you are wondering, I took my Grandma's advice and got a man. Now, I not only have Christ in my life, but a wonderful husband, too! No more traveling alone for this girl! From now on, it's the three of us sharing every single moment of this amazing ride called life!

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Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Fighting Your Way Back Up~

"That's why I hate living in this world sometimes!"

The words tumbled out, wrapped around the tears gushing from my heart.

We stood at the front door, my husband and I.  There, on the front porch, a baby hummingbird, lying on its back, lifeless. We had heard it hit; the sound of the impact propelling us to the door.

There, on the welcome mat, yet another vivid, unwanted, unwelcome, reminder of sin.


It had been a week chock-full of reminders.

Prayer requests.
Broken hearts.

And now, this.

I had had enough.

Enough of dying.
Enough of crying.
Enough of this world.

"It's just part of living in this world, honey.  You can't let it get to you like this."

Get to me?
It had already got me.
Hook, line and sinker. And sink, I did.



landing heart first in a spiritual funk.

Have you ever been there?

Surrounded by one heartache after another, it becomes difficult to see The One whose heart aches for all mankind. Swallowed up in tears and sorrow, it is easy to lose sight of The One who swallowed up death, the man Jesus, the Man of Sorrows.

I struggled to find my footing, yet the quicksand of despair kept pulling me down. I reached for scriptures to grab onto in hopes of pulling myself free, yet hopelessness kept the hope I needed out of my reach.

I knew I was lost, but I couldn't find my way out.
I knew where to run, but I couldn't find my way back home.
I knew The One I needed, and yet, I couldn't find God anywhere.

The rest of that day.

The next day.

The day after that.

A week and a half later.

Time marched on leaving me stuck in my funk,
faltering in my faith,
drowning in the darkness of an immense shadow that hid God's face.

Until, the day of yet another funeral.

Standing in a crowded room, I spotted her - the great granddaughter of the precious lady who had died. And, she spotted me. Without thinking, I started making my way to her, as she weaved her way through one person after another in her quest to reach me.

We met in the middle.

I knelt down in front of her. She buried her head in my neck and we held each other - this six year old and I, locked in sorrow.

"I love you."

It was all I could say.

"I love you more," came her reply.

With that, we looked at each other and smiled.

"I don't know," I said with a grin.  "I love you more than more."

"I love you most," she said, as she hugged me even tighter, leaving no room for debate.

Then, looking me in the eye, she whispered, "She's ok now.  She's not here, but she's ok now, isn't she?"

I nodded my head "yes".

And, as I did, I felt it hit; the impact of this truth propelling me straight to the door of God's heart.

Here, amongst the wages of sin and the very sting of death, was a vivid, desperately needed, more- than-welcome reminder of the gift of our God.

No more sickness. No more sorrow. No more tears.

Eternal life,
in and through,
Christ Jesus our Lord.

As I hugged this precious girl once more, I found my footing. Standing to my feet, I felt the firm foundation of my faith holding me up once again.

Wiping my tears, I felt God's love wash over me as I saw once again His face - the face of grace.
Grace willing to die that we might forever live in His presence.

I looked heavenward and smiled.

I had found my way back home.

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Monday, August 24, 2015

Serving Up Hope~

One morning I found myself ordering a cup of coffee for me and serving up some hope for the barista taking my order.

The conversation had started simple enough with a traditional, "Good Morning, How are you?
His answer, however, was anything but the usual "Fine. How are you?"

"I honestly don't know." He said.  "Getting out of bed every morning is getting harder and harder to do.  There just doesn't seem to be anything to get up for. Would you like that cafĂ© au lait with non-fat or skim?"

"Non-fat will be perfect".

While he turned his back and began his job of whipping me up a hot drink, I turned my heart upward and began my job of interceding and bringing this young man before the throne of grace.

"Here you go, ma'am. Is there anything else I can get for you."

"No, but I have something I'd like to give you."

Then, as I opened my mouth, God was faithful to speak.

"The next birthday I celebrate will find me saying goodbye to my 40's and hello to 50. Sadly, for most of my life, I felt just like you.  The thought of getting up and going out into a new day wasn't very appealing.  Fear, insecurity and hopelessness were my constant companions and life was a struggle; something to survive, to get through."

He nodded his head, and put down the towel in his hand.

It was obvious God had his attention.

"I know exactly what you mean.  I don't know," he said as he shook his head, "there just has to be more to life than this.  This can't be all there is."

"You're right,"  I smiled.  "There is more to life than this.....SO much more. Want to know what changed everything around for me?"

His mouth didn't respond, but his eyes did.


He shifted his weight from one leg to another and I could tell this wasn't the answer he was hoping for, and yet I knew it was the only answer that would ever offer him hope.

"God changed everything for me.  When I began to seek Him, He showed up and he has totally changed my outlook and my inlook.  He's given me hope.  He's given me a reason to get up each morning.  He's made life worth living."

"I don't know".  He was shaking his head again and rubbing his forehead. "There is just so much sadness and heartache. It seems like everywhere, lives are falling apart.  Where is the good in that?"

"The world is full of pain and sorrow, but that's exactly why Jesus came. He came to heal a broken world.  And while the brokenness in this earthly world will always be, God has come to dwell among us, sending His Holy Spirit to live within us to fill us with peace, joy, love and hope in the midst of the chaos and the brokenness.  With Christ, we are never alone.  He is with us, and he will help us, and believe me, He makes ALL the difference."

A customer drove up behind me and I knew this conversation was near an end.

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"I've lived life both ways -
with God, and without.
For me, life with God has been
so much better and so much more.

If you don't have hope,
you don't have anything,
But, if you have hope,
hope in Christ,
you have it all.
And, speaking from experience,
I know hope in Christ does not disappoint.
He'll never let you down."

I put my car in gear and gave him one last smile.  

"Thanks for the coffee."

He smiled back, nodded is head, and said "Hope, huh?"

"Gotta have it,"  I said, as I slowly started to drive away, "and God is the perfect place to find it."

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Friday, August 21, 2015

This Time, It Hurt~

It's happened to me before, but this time, it hurt.  It really hurt.

Maybe it's happened to you, too.

As I was combing my hair, brushing my teeth, applying mascara and preparing for my day, I was also singing along with the songs playing on my favorite Christian radio station.  For me, singing along is a natural part of my morning routine.

Since I know most of the songs by heart, the words roll off my tongue as easily as toothpaste glides onto my toothbrush.  Admittedly, sometimes, neither are given much thought.

But, there was that one line.

As soon as I sang the words, I heard them echoing back, reverberating off  the callouses of my heart.

Father, break my heart for what breaks yours.*

Minutes later, I head out the door and into the world. Soon, I am lost in the busyness of my day.  Projects, deadlines, and to-do lists keep my mind occupied.

Until, later that afternoon.

Once again,  I find myself mindlessly singing along to the radio, and once again, the Lord taps me on the shoulder of my heart with that one line.

Father, break my heart for what breaks yours.

Work done for the day, I close the door to my office and head to the supermarket to pick up a few items for dinner.

And that's when it happens.

It's as though the Lord has removed the blinders from my eyes and for the first time,
I see people.

Not the clothes they are wearing,
or the items in their shopping cart,
or the way they are between me and the item I am trying to reach on the shelf behind them,

and him,
and them.

I see a mother who is trying to keep her eye on five small children; eyes that are framed with black circles and lines of worry and fatigue.

I see a teenager hiding the insecurity of his heart behind long strands of hair; a curtain over his eyes, covering the windows to his soul.

I see an elderly lady struggling to keep her footing; the foundation of her youth, deteriorating with the passing of time, is leaving her unsteady, unsure and uncomfortably insecure.

I see a young, professional-looking couple strolling side by side, smiling and nodding in gestures that imply "yes, some of that" or "no, not today"; their awkward silence announcing to all that "I love you" often goes unsaid, too.

I see a small young boy following  behind his father as they turn left down the aisle that leads to the liquor department;  his fearful eyes can already see where this fateful turn will lead once they are home, behind closed doors.

And, right there -

in the middle of the aisle,
in the middle of these people,
in the middle of my selfish, self-absorbed heart,

 I hear that one line.

Father, break my heart for what breaks yours.

And, my heart breaks.

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My Heavenly Father has been faithful to answer the prayer I have sang to Him through out my day.

And, this time......

                     this time,

it hurt.

* Matthew West, My Own Little World

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Tuesday, August 18, 2015

As Little as a Comma~

What's keeping you from fulfilling God's call on your life?

If you take a moment and do some looking around in your own life,
I think you will discover it doesn't take much.

It doesn't take much to keep us stuck,
to keep us idling in neutral,
to keep us doing nothing at all.

Sometimes, the thing that is holding us back can be as little as a comma, or a semi-colon, or a run-on sentence. At least, that's the way it has been in my life.

A writer I am not.
A master of grammar I am not.
A whiz at punctuation, capitalization, (and any other "ation" that comes in to play when one chooses to write), I am not.

And yet, I can't deny I hear God calling me to write.
And yet, I can't shake the urge to take words swirling around in my heart and birth them on paper.
And yet, I can't NOT sit at my keyboard and share what God is sharing with me.

And yet, I often don't.
Because, I know what I am not.

Which brings me to my precious friend, Ruthie.

When my posts would be few and far between,
I would receive an email from her that simply said "Keep writing. I'm still reading."

One time, I shared with her the crippling, paralyzing fear of my heart.

 I have a deep desire to write...but I know I am far from being a "writer". Sometimes, (most times if I'm totally honest) I feel so inadequate to write for God. I have no formal training, I have a limited vocabulary, and I feel I have so very much to learn of and about God. Who am I to tell others? And yet, I feel the tug of God in my heart......write this down....share this with others...tell of my goodness....declare my glory."

It is her words, written in an email back to me, that keep me pursuing this call of God on my life.
Have you ever heard of God using ordinary people to do extraordinary things? Have you ever heard of the phrase Use Your Gift? Well, that's you my dear. Don't fret about not being formally trained. You would never know it! When someone reads something that touches their heart, I promise you, they don't say, "Now I would feel this so much more if I knew Stacy had a journalism degree or took night classes at the local college." Pleeeaaasssee. You're a fantastic writer. Your words move me. I too feel closer to God when reading YOUR blog. Give thanks to Him every day that He gifted you with an ability to write and a desire to express yourself for Him. 

So, I ask YOU again.
What's keeping you from fulfilling God's call on your life?

And, I ask you this.
Are you willing to let it keep you from being what God created you to be?
Are you willing to let it keep you from doing what God created you to do?
Are you willing to let it keep you stuck, idling in neutral, doing nothing at all?

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Taking a class in grammar,
joining a writers group,
studying the art of writing,
hiring an editor, (ok, this probably isn't an option,  . . . yet) -
these are all things I can and should do to master the craft of writing and be the best I can be.

Listening to the Holy Spirit,
being obedient to His promptings,
sharing the words He places on my heart,
pushing past my fear of "not right" and continuing to write, -
these are all things I can and should do to fulfill God's call on my life.

What about YOU?

If you don't mind,
I think I will step out of the way,
and leave you and God alone to talk about it.

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Sunday, August 16, 2015

When Satan Tries to Pull Your Rope~

Have you ever played it? Tug-o-war with Satan?

For me, this game of spiritual tug-of-war has been being played out in my life for as long as I can remember. (You, too?) Because you see, sometimes, I have trouble differentiating between my "who" and my "do".  (You, too?)

I am a pleaser, wanting to please others, so they in turn will be pleased with who I am.

I am a do-er, doing whatever I think is expected of me in a way that I think it is expected to be done, so that people will be pleased, and in turn be pleased with who I am.  Talk about pressure!

On and on this game of tug-o-war keeps finding me tied up in knots, often convinced that somehow my worth and my value are determined by what I do, not by who I am.

And silly me, I keep holding on to this proverbial rope, allowing it to pull on me and tug on me and toss me every which way but loose!

Until recently, that is. Now, don't get me wrong. I would love to be able to tell you I have finally won this battle once and for all, and that the "who" part of me was officially declared the winner. Sadly, the game is still being played out, but I am happy to report the "who" side is most definitely gaining ground, getting closer and closer to the red flag of victory.

I have known about Christ my entire life. But, through the power of the Holy Spirit, I am discovering more and more about the beauty, power, and freedom of "Christ in me". I have always felt that who I am wasn't good enough. No matter what I did or what I didn't do, I was still just me - and me just never quite measured up. I knew all about God and could even quote scripture, chapter and verse, but I didn't know the author of this book, the very author of my life. Talk about being lost and not even knowing it. I just thought there was something wrong with me.

And there was.

I was a sinner in need of a savior. I was searching for my identity in the approval and acceptance of others, when the whole of who I am is found only in Christ. I am made in HIS image. I have been adopted into HIS family. I am HIS daughter. My identity will never be found in what I do; it will only be found in whose I am - a child of the great I AM. What a revelation!

And yet, even on this side of this spiritual revelation, I still find myself playing Satan's game. At times, the battle is intense. He is trying his best to keep this game of tug-o-war raging on. He knows when I finally grasp the freedom that is mine in resting in WHO I AM, the game will be finished. He knows once I realize it's not about me, but all about Jesus, I will be done playing this works-oriented, legalistic game once and for all.

Tug of War
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What about you?

Has Satan roped you into playing this game, too?

Do you feel as though you can never have a relationship with God or be loved by the Author of love itself because you will never be good enough?

Are you tied up in knots trying to please everyone
and do everything,
only to fail miserably,
time and time again?

When you look into your heart,
can you tell where your "do" stops
and your "who" begins?

Like me,
are you in the midst of an identity crisis?

If so, may I remind you of the truth that is setting me free each and every day?

There will never be anything you or I can do to earn God's love.  
He loves us simply because He loves us. 
Grace! Marvelous grace!

I am ready to let go of this rope.

I want my life to become so hidden in Christ that the only WHO people see in me is the reflection of Christ living in and through me. I am tired of playing Satan's game and more than ready to be declared more than a conqueror through Christ who loves me.

How about you?

Haven't you allowed that rope to blister your heart and hold you back long enough?

It's time to let go.

It's time to grab onto God's grace and discover who we are in Christ.

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Saturday, August 15, 2015

The Very Timing of Our God~

The timing couldn't have been better.

But, wait.  I'm getting ahead of myself.  Let's back up to the beginning.  Months and months ago.  A few weeks before Christmas, to be exact.

Seated in children's church, caring hearts who were missing one of their friends, were making handmade Christmas cards with this absent friend in mind.

Lovingly each child picked out the "perfect" color of construction paper, the "perfect" stickers, and the "perfect" pictures from recycled Christmas cards to create their own work of love.

As they cut, glued, and created, we thought (and talked) about our missing friend -
how spending Christmas away from his family and friends would be so very hard to do,
how being alone in a strange place would certainly be very strange (and kind of scary)
how having to stay at a far away place by yourself would make you feel so very far away,
how missing people you know while being with people you didn't might make you feel so very lonely,
how being reminded others were thinking about you and praying for you would be so very wonderful.

It was all of these"verys" that kept each child feverishly working away,
designing the perfect Christmas card for their friend.

Soon, our labor of love was finished. Cards were either lovingly placed inside a huge envelope or positioned on a nearby table to allow the glue to dry. On Monday morning, I gathered all the cards, packed them all together in the envelope and headed to the post office.  Mission accomplished.

Or, so I thought.

Which brings us back to the weekend months and months later when this happened.

As we stood in Children's church singing praises to our God, one little girl just happened to spot her Christmas card.  Instead of placing it on the table with all the others, she had placed hers on a far away bookcase at the opposite end of the room. When I had gathered all the cards, I had missed hers.

And now, there it sat.

"Oh no!  Look!  It's my card!  It's still here and Christmas is long over and I didn't get to give it to my friend."

Tears started to fill her eyes, and my eyes were quickly following suit.

"Oh, honey.  I'm so sorry.  I didn't see your card there.  I didn't know you had placed in on the bookshelf to dry.  I'm so sorry I didn't mail it with the others."

With all the mercy and grace she could muster up, she looked up at me with tear-filled eyes and said,  "That's ok, Ms. Stacy."

But, in my heart (and in hers, too, I'm sure), it didn't feel ok.

But God, in His impeccable timing, had already gone before us.

There in our very midst, worshipping and singing songs of praise with us that very morning, was the very one for whom this card was created.  He was back home.  He was back with us.  He was in this very room for the first time in a long time.

What, at first, seemed liked a missed opportunity now presented itself as the best opportunity of all:
being able to hand deliver her card,
being able to see the look of surprise on her friend's face,
being able to see the joy her card brought.

It didn't matter that the letters on this card spelled out "Merry Christmas".
It didn't matter that the construction paper was green and red.
It didn't matter that the pictures were of snowmen and presents.
It didn't matter that it was now summer.

"For me?  Thank you."

"Do you like it?"

"Very much" came his reply, as he looked at every single detail. "Very much."

I told you.
The timing couldn't have been better.

And so it is with you and me.

So many times in our life,
we think everything is
signed, sealed, and delivered,
a done deal,
a mission accomplished,
only to discover we have completely missed our opportunity altogether.

We glance around our life,
and suddenly we spot it-
a left behind dream,
an unopened promise,
a misplaced blessing,
and our heart wells up with tears.

But God, in His impeccable timing, has already gone before us.

We are confident 
that God is able 
to orchestrate everything 
to work toward something good and beautiful 
when we love Him 
and accept His invitation 
to live according to His plan. 
~ Romans 8:28 (Voice)

I don't know how.
I don't know when.
I don't know in what form or what fashion.
I don't know how your story or mine will come full circle.

But, I do know this.

If our God can arrange to have the very boy for whom a card was created arrive back in our very town, back in our very church, back in our very fellowship, the very day the card maker discovered it on the bookcase, He can arrange the very details of our life so that what, at first, seemed liked a missed opportunity will one day present itself as the very best opportunity of all.

It is all of these "verys" that keep me feverishly believing our God is working all things
for our good and His glory.

"For us, Father God?  Thank you."

"Do you like it?"

"Very much" will be our reply as we soak in every single detail. "Very much."

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Friday, August 14, 2015

On Fear, Crayons, and the REALity of it All~

"Joshua, it's ok, now. You can take your fingers out of your ears."

Several years ago, I was given the awesome privilege of serving as a Nanny for a wonderful young couple who had been blessed with three small boys. One son attended a Christian preschool in the mornings. One day, when I arrived around noon to pick him up, I walked in on this conversation between his teacher and one of his fellow classmates.

Noticing I had entered the room, the teacher shared with me that the school fire alarm had been malfunctioning, sounding numerous times over the course of the morning. It was obvious by the look on Joshua's face, and of course the fingers in his ears, that the alarm was getting to him.

"Joshua. Finish coloring your picture, Honey."

Joshua, who had no intention of using his fingers for anything other than preventing the loud, shrill sound of the alarm from penetrating his small ears again, just sat there.

"Really, it's ok, Buddy. I think the men have fixed the problem. I don't think we will hear it anymore today."

"But what if there's a fire?" he asked.

"Honey, the fire alarm isn't going off because there is a fire in our school. It's just not working right today. It's ok, though, because there are some men here fixing it. There is no fire. Our school is fine. "

"But what if there IS a fire?" he asked again.

"Well then, we will simply do what we did earlier today when the alarm went off and we practiced our safety drill. We will go outside where we will be safe. It's ok, Joshua. There is nothing to worry about. Finish your picture, Sweetheart."

Still, Joshua sat totally immobilized by the fear which had gripped his heart.

"I don't want to die in the fire!!!" he finally screamed.

Walking over to Joshua and gently taking his fingers out of his ears, the teacher knelt down beside this scared little three year old and looked him right in the eye.

"Don't worry, Joshua. I'm right here. I promise I won't let anything happen to you. I'll take care of you, Joshua. I promise. Teacher is right here with you."

For the first time since I had entered the room, a look of peace flooded Joshua's face. It was ok. He didn't need to worry. Teacher was here and she would take care of him. He was safe because she was right here with him. Joshua reached for his blue crayon. Soon, he was back to work coloring his picture and sharing in conversation and laughter with his classmates.

As I'd witnessed this scene, I'd realized I am a lot like Joshua. I have a tendency to let the cares and worries of this world grip my heart, leaving me paralyzed in fear, unable to enjoy all that is going on around me. I become consumed with fear and allow it to steal the life (not to mention the joy) right out of me.

As I watched Joshua, I was reminded of a acronym I once heard for the word fear:

F - false

E- evidence

A- appearing

R - real

This was certainly the case with Joshua. Joshua was fearful of a fire that didn't exist. I, too, am fearful of things that probably don't exist either, or most likely will never even happen. Yet, even though what I fear is not usually real, the fear itself most definitely is!

Maybe you are like Joshua and me. Maybe you also struggle with fear. If so, how can you and I learn to escape this fear, once and for all, and live in the freedom and abundance of life that Christ wants us so desperately to experience?

It's quite simple, really. Joshua found his peace when he realized his teacher was right there with him and would take care of him. We can partake of this same peace by keeping our heart and mind fixed on our Heavenly Father, who promises to never leave us, nor forsake us.(Hebrews 13:5) Even more than this teacher could ever hope to be there for Joshua, our God IS there for us. We don't have to fear ANYTHING in this life, because our Father is with us.

I have heard it said that the phrase "Fear Not" is found 365 times in the Bible. 365 times! That is one time for each day of the year......or each day of our life. Obviously, God wants us to live a life free of fear.

Fear tries to take us prisoner, causing us to think irrationally and respond unwisely. We need to remember that most fear comes from Satan. The Bible tells us that God didn't give us a spirit of fear, but rather one of power, love and a sound mind.(2 Timothy 1:7) Only when we choose to keep our focus on Christ, knowing and believing that He is always with us, will we be free from the torment of fear. As we rely on Him to take care of us and to work all things out for our good and His glory, we will be able to let go of fear and instead take hold of the power, love and sound mind freely available to us through Christ.

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The choice is up to us. We can either choose to sit around with our fingers stuck in our ears, fearful of what might happen, all the while missing out on what IS happening, or we can rest in the faithfulness of our Heavenly Father, embracing and thoroughly enjoying each and every minute of our life

Now..... where did I leave my crayon?

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