Posts that are from personal experiences and how God reveals Himself to me through everyday life.
Recently, I was messaging with my niece about our walk of faith. She shared some concerns and fears. Then she said something that really made me think. She said she wanted to be used by God like Moses was. Wow!!! That is some serious wanting right there. I don’t even want to walk around Walmart with two hungry kids, let alone 40 years in a desert with a ton of whiny Israelites. Can you imagine trying to keep a million…
Here is the scenario. You are shopping when you run into a friend/acquaintance you haven’t seen in a while. You quickly catch up on each other’s lives. She mentions the breast cancer that she is now battling, shares about her son that is in jail for drugs again, or shares that her husband lost his job. Without even thinking, because you have so much to do, you reply, “I will be praying for you.”. “Will be”, as in the future….
We had a night of worship and prayer at church tonight. In a few days our church, like churches all across the world, will celebrate the death and resurrection of Jesus. We gathered tonight to pray for many things, but mostly for Sunday. It was there, standing in a circle with a handful of others, that God showed me a beautiful sight.I would say that the majority of churches across this country will be fuller than normal this Sunday. There are…
Today didn’t start out too well. I woke up late and that means no time to journal and spend alone time with God. That in itself can guide my day in a bad direction. Today came with an extra detour, we had no water to the house. We have a well system and are currently in drought conditions. Not a good combination. We noticed the breaker for the pump had “popped”, so my husband flipped it back on. It immediately…
Have you ever gone on a date and a few minutes in you knew this was not going to go anywhere? You also knew it would be the longest date ever. Maybe he was dressed like a slob. Maybe she could only talk about herself. Maybe he chews with his mouth open. You get the point. This was going to be a long, long date. Let me tell you about the longest date I have ever been on. I was…
Today, I took the children to the library. It is one of their favorite places to go. I love watching their eyes light up as they find and read books that bring them joy and laughter. I sit down at a table and simply watch them search the shelves for the “right” books. They each have their own library card and it is their responsibility to make sure they have it. I know they are young, but it is my…
The battle of the sexes has been going on for decades and doesn’t show signs of slowing down anytime soon. Some women are determined to prove they can do anything a man can do. I understand some of it. I grew up with 5 brothers. I understand living in a man’s world. But, much of their mindset about men and women baffles me.So, I asked a diverse group of women a few questions. I asked 5 questions. What is…
Don’t you love doing laundry? I don’t know too many people that do. The moms I know loathe this chore as much as I do. Laundry isn’t like most household chores. Dusting, vacuuming, windows, and such are usually weekly tasks. Unless you have pets or have just given up for the week. Laundry, however, seems like a continuous monotony of wash, dry, fold, hang up, put away, wear, repeat. And let’s be honest, sometimes we only do the first two…
Sharayah Doty (@gimelli_Arte) This post is raw and reality for too many. It was not written to gain sympathy. It is written because someone out there needs to know they are not alone and there is ALWAYS hope. Have you every heard or read about the death of a family member, friend, or acquaintance that died from suicide? I am sure many of us have. What are the thoughts that went through your head? Did you wonder why you didn’t…
I can remember sewing with my grandmother, Mama Jerri. I also remember how bad the arthritis was in her hands. She was an extraordinary seamstress, but some days the pain made it impossible for her to sew and she would ask me to help her sew. Some days the pain in my spirit makes it impossible for me to sow. The other morning, I was sitting at the dining room table praying for my husband. Nothing is wrong, I pray…