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When the ground starts to thaw…
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This time of year, I feel like a kid looking through the candy store window. Spring is on its way — crocuses, daffodils, tulips, and hyacinths are poking through the thawing ground as I walk down the city streets. The air feels a little different… until the wind blows off the still-cold Lake Michigan. I love springtime. It feels like a gift every year. Oh — and It'Sugar, a massive candy store, is only a couple of blocks away. Very dangerous. 😉 What’s Been On My Heart Just like the promise of spring, God reminds me daily that his promises never fail. It’s probably why I love the words to Waymaker—”miracle worker, promise keeper, light in the darkness, that is who you are.” “...The Lord is merciful and compassionate, slow to get angry and filled with unfailing love. The Lord is good to everyone. He showers compassion on all his creation. . . The Lord always keeps his promises; he is gracious in all he does." Psalm 145:8-13 NLT Do you need this reminder? Where do you need God to keep his promise in your life? This week, I needed this reminder as the enemy of our souls launched his sneak attack on a still-vulnerable place. And, as Dave and I watch the continued attacks on Ukraine and now the war in Iran, we once again ask God to keep his promise. One day soon, Jesus will return. How we long for that day. Until then, we pray for those in these regions — people God loves and cares about. We also pray for all leaders making difficult decisions. Something for You This week, I wrestled with some deep self-limiting beliefs. The kind that whisper, "You're not enough." And then I heard about Josiah. Sometimes we just need a beautiful reminder that what we place into God's hands is always enough. Middle Schooler Without Legs Is Key Part Of Basketball Team 🙏🏻 A Prayer for You Dear God, you are Reader's promise keeper. You thaw frozen ground and replace gray winters with spring flowers — and you can do the same for Reader's heart. If Reader is in a winter season right now — hurting, angry, or exhausted from trying to hold everything together — remind Reader that you see her. Every tear. Every sleepless night. Every moment she chose to keep going when quitting felt easier. You hold Reader close. Where the enemy has crept into the tender, still-healing places — meet Reader there. Be her Waymaker. Be her light in the darkness. Give Reader the courage and faith to believe that what you place in her hands is enough — that she is enough — for today and every day to come. Reader trusts you. She is leaning on You. And she is grateful — even now. Amen. |
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I empower faith-based women like you to recover well after discovering their husband's or significant others struggle with the dark places on the internet. Every Monday you'll receive encouragement and other carefully curated content to help you heal and find the freedom you desire.
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