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Have you ever been in a tug of war? It can be exhausting as you pull with all your might so your team can win. I was in a tug of war with God when it came to forgiveness. I wanted to hang on to my anger, resentment and bitterness because it made me feel like I was in control. I felt like if I forgave, then I wouldn’t have anything else to hang on to. I knew that forgiving would set me free, but it would also set the other person free and I didn’t know if I was ready for that yet. Continue reading “Tug of War” →

Every time I hear the theme music of Mission Impossible, I get excited. I know there is going to be a lot of action and intrigue ahead for the IMF team. I actually watched the television show when I was a young girl before Tom Cruise made it so popular with the movie version. Each time you watched the shows or the movies, the IMF team was given an impossible task to perform to save someone or something from happening. I loved watching them figure out the best way to accomplish their task and turning the mission from impossible to possible. Continue reading “Mission Impossible-Fighting to forgive” →

The older I get, the more I am aware of all the trials many people are facing in their lives. If you are human, then you are going to be facing problems off and on in your lifetime. I have hated many of my trials and wished they would go away! I haven’t had a good attitude at all when times of testing have invaded my life. I have learned that every trial that God has sent me hasn’t been to crush me, but it has been to mold me into who I am supposed to be. Continue reading “Sifting” →

When I was journaling about my brother David, I pictured myself as a little girl hiding behind a door. I was scared and frightened to open the door to anyone. Jesus was standing on the other side of the door and I was afraid to open the door to Him. I wanted to stay behind the door because it felt safer. I wanted a guarantee that I would be safe if I opened the door. Jesus began talking to me. Continue reading “Behind the Door” →

When I was 5 1/2 years old, I became a big sister. I was so happy to have a little brother to love. His name was David. He had the cutest big brown eyes and chubby little cheeks. I thought he was the cutest baby that had ever been born. I did all the talking for him. My mom was concerned that he didn’t talk like others his age, so she took him to the doctor. He said, “Why should he? He has a big sister that talks for him.” (I think the doctor might have been implying I talk too much!) Continue reading “David” →