I can almost hear the laughter from here…

I can almost hear the laughter from here. So many of us, on this side of the curtain, are crying this weekend. Broken hearted, heavy hearted, full of sorrow.  But on the other side; no tears. Only joy, and laughter and smiles.

Another friend passed.  Another soul slipped from its earthly prison, and ascended to its Heavenly home.  There are others there with her, rejoicing.  Welcoming her home.  Her parents, other family, and friends.  One in particular.

They grew up together. They were both full of goodness, sweetness, humor, and sass.  I can imagine them, catching up, telling stories, laughing.

Most everyone in our group of friends have at least one parent there; some have both.  We all have grandparents there. We all have friends there; and now, these two friends, in particular.  People who were lights in our lives, at one time or another.  The kind of people who are easy to love, and impossible to forget. I can almost imagine the stories.

“Remember the time we went to the movies; and you had to walk home?”  Remember the time we had that Halloween party”

“Remember the youth retreat we went on in Gatlinburg?”

“Remember when the senior class all turned their desks on their sides, and got in them?”

I have heard preachers talk about our investment in Heaven. It wasn’t until friends and family started dying that I remember thinking “Oh, now I understand.  Those people are our investments in Heaven.”

(Matthew 13:44-46)

19Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. 20But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. 21For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

What are your treasures? Friends, family?  Loved ones?  Do all that you can to make sure these treasures are stored up in  Heaven.  Live Christ in front of them.  Love them.  Witness to them.  Because, we all want to hear those stories when we get to Heaven.  We all want to have that great reunion when we get there.  We want to hear that laughter.

Meanwhile, we can remember the ones we’ve lost. Honor their memory.  Tell stories.  Share memories. They all help ease our pain.  And remember, for the ones that are there, they have no more pain.  No more death.  No more disease.  Only joy, and rejoicing, and laughter.

As I said, I can almost hear the laughter from here.

Dear Lord, help us to remember what are true treasures are. Help us through our grieving process.  And help us to remember that, in the scheme of eternity, it is just a whisper of a moment. Ame.

P.S.; Thanks, Susan, for the line about the laughter. Love you much.

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The church is on fire; but not in a good way.

I am broken hearted.  For my husband.  For our church.  For my son.  For our friends at church.  I am also mad.  At the people who are causing this pain.  At the people who don’t seem to care.  But mostly, at Satan.  Because he is the root of all of this.  All of the pain, confusion, back biting, anger, heart break, rumors, and distrust.  He is the father of lies, and the father of confusion.  So he is the one I am mostly mad at.  Now, the question is, what do we do?  We have prayed, and fought, and dug our heels in, for we believe we are right.  But there comes a time, when it just gets to be too much.  The weight is too great.  The fighting too hard.  The pain is too much.  So, what to do?  No, really, WHAT SHOULD I DO?

My husband has resigned from everything he does at church.  All committees, teaching, everything.  Because he basically feels whatever he does, makes it worse.  And, I suppose its hard not to feel that way, when leaders of the church basically tell you that.

My son has stopped coming to church.  Because he is angry, too.  Because people that he loved, and looked up to, have betrayed us.

I feel like screaming.  I feel like lashing out.  I have (figuratively) bitten my tongue so  much that the taste of blood is making me nauseous!  I feel like I need a break, from all of this.  I feel like throwing my hands up in the air and saying”Fine; you want total control, take it!  See what happens when GOD is not in it!  See what happens when your way is wrong!”  I feel like I’m dealing with a petulant toddler.  Go ahead, throw a tantrum.  Pitch a fit.  Be a bully.  But if you think you’re getting what you want when you act that way…then, you don’t know the God I know.  My God disciplines.  My God punishes.  My God does not reward selfish, unkind, spiteful  behavior.  And He doesn’t let it go, either.  Our God is swift to act.  He is jealous.  He is protective of His people, of His church.  So we should be very careful what we do to it.  To His people.  Because we do not want His wrath.  We do not want His judgment.  But that’s what we are headed for.  God help us all.  The last thing I want to witness is what will happen eventually, unless we turn from OUR ways and turn to HIS.  Put HIM first; not our agendas.

I don’t even know how to close this out, except to say this; Pray for us.  For our church.  For our staff.  Our ministries. Our congregation.  Because, as I see it, our church is in flames, and while some are trying to put out the fire, others are pouring on gasoline.





God Already Knew

John 16:33

These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.

I just listened to a wonderful song by The Hoppers, called “God Already Knew”.  I’ve included a link below. It got me thinking; if God knows the outcome, why allow certain things to happen?  When God allowed Job to be robbed of his blessings, he already knew that Job would continue to praise Him.  God already knew that his wife would suggest that he curse God and die.  He already knew that his friends would turn on him.  So, why do it?  If he knew that Job would remain faithful?

Why did God tell Abraham to sacrifice Isaiah, if He knew that Abraham would obey, and He knew that Isaiah would be spared? Not to see the outcome, because, He knew that already.  No; it was, and is, to strengthen our faith.  To show us what happens when we trust Him.  To show us what a miracle looks like.  To show us how He provides, above and beyond what we NEED, what we WANT; how richly he BLESSES us. Lord, help us to remember that when we have trials, you already know the outcome.  You have already fought the battle.  And you have already won the war.

Commitment: Just Do It!

Hi.  It’s been a long time.  Too long.  MUCH too long.  I could say that I’ve been busy, and that would be a truthful, but inadequate, excuse.  I’ve been lazy.  Procrastinating.  Uncommitted.  It’s a problem we have as humans.  It’s a problem we have as Christians.  It’s a problem we have as church members.  It’s a big part of why it’s so difficult for me to make it to Sunday School.  Or why it’s easy to not go to church at all, when “I don’t feel good”.  But it’s a poor excuse.

As I was writing this post, I was looking up images to go with it.  This was on one; “COMMITMENT: You’re either in or you’re out.  There’s no such thing as life in between.  Which reminded me of this scripture:Revelation 3:15-17King James Version (KJV)

15 I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot.

16 So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth.

17 Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked:

I’ve been told that the “spew you out of my mouth” translates to “vomit”.  Wow.  That’s really strong!!  I know I don’t want to be vomited out of God’s mouth.  So, what to do?

Just Do It.

Our lack of commitment shows in our numbers at church; how many people AREN’T showing up.  How many people show up for a part of the service ( Sunday School, Worship Service, Preaching, Sunday Night Service, Wednesday night Bible Study) but don’t stay, or don’t come back.  So, what is the solution?  Like the old Nike ad; Just Do It.  All through life we are called upon to do things we don’t want to do.  Term Papers. Changing dirty diapers. Exercise. Eating the Brussels Sprouts, instead of the Blueberry Pie.  Algebra. (I’d rather have the Brussels Sprouts!)  It doesn’t matter if your church is going through growing pains; go.  If you don’t like the sermons; go.  If you don’t like the people there; go.  Just go.  Just commit.  Just Do It!  I’m preaching as much to myself, if not more, than to anyone else.  Find SOMETHING you love about where you go, and get plugged in to that.  In school, I HATED math; but I loved Choir, Creative writing, and such.  THAT’S what kept me there.  THAT’S what made me want to go, when I didn’t want to go.  THAT’S what kept me from quitting my junior year in high school.  Well, that and my parents. 😉 There is a decision to be made; go where you are, or find somewhere else to go.  But if you love your church, you love the people, then the other things that you may NOT necessarily love about “going to church” may change.  They may grow into something you do love; or at least like.  So Go.  Pray.  Band together with other’s who feel as you do.  Work together to make your church the best it can be.  Just Do It.

“Lord, put a fire in my soul, to please you.  To be “on fire” for you, and never lukewarm!  Help me to see what needs to be done at my church, in my life, in my community, to help spread your Word, and help me, Lord, to seek your will, and to Just Do It.  Amen.”

A Mother’s Tears

Psalm 56:8-9

The Message (MSG)

You’ve kept track of my every toss and turn
    through the sleepless nights,
Each tear entered in your ledger,
    each ache written in your book.

It seemed somewhat appropriate, that while a storm brewed on the distant horizon, another raged within a mother’s heart.  Her oldest son-her first born-had been found dead…probably a drug overdose. He had fought his demons of addiction for years…and now that battle was over.  Lost in this world, but won in the next.  His mother was, of course, distraught…she wept, sobbed, pleaded, and questioned.  Had she done everything she could have done to help him?  Yes, she had.  She had loved him, unconditionally; and when his life required tough love, that was what she had given him.  But love, always, love. But there was no more she could have done to help him…and now, her children-younger than this one that had passed…one grown, and one almost grown, but still, her children, still living under her roof, and in her care.  She had to be strong for them.

It seemed only fitting that as a mother’s tears fell, so did tears from Heaven.  Heaven’s tears were not for the wayward soul-for though he had lost his way, he was a Christian, so his Journey led him to Heaven.  No, I think Heaven’s tears were for that distraught mother.  For the sleepless nights spent worrying and praying-and for the sleepless nights ahead.  Thunder shook the heavens, as sobs shook her body.  She was spent. And yet, the tears still flowed, the sobs shook her body, and the guilt racked her mind.  She begged to see his body, one last time.  We told her that would not be a good idea; that she would want to remember him as he had been in her mind.  Smiling, joyful.  But, she would not be dissuaded.  She had to see him.  She must.  There was a small part of her that wouldn’t believe, could not believe, that he was dead, until she saw him.  So the police and the funeral home personnel arranged him on the stretcher, covered him up, and brought him out to be put into the hearse.  They pulled the sheet back so she could see his face.  Yes, it was true; it was her son.  She screamed and cried with disbelief.  Yes, that was her son.  So young; not yet thirty years old.  And yet, he was gone.  It seemed unreal to her; to all of us that watched her as she went through this living nightmare.  And yet…through it all…she called on God.  She praised God. With one breath she would beg God to hold her up, and help her through; with the next she would praise Him, voicing her knowledge that He would, indeed, see her through this storm. 

Her son’s body was loaded up and taken away.  The mother, and the step-father, got in their car to head to their house…where friends and their other children waited.  She had not made it but a few blocks when the car pulled over.  She was sick.  Physically sick.  Her body rejecting the truth of what was going on.  A nightmare that no parent should ever have to face.  We all kept repeating “It’s not right to lose a child.  It’s un-natural.”  This sweet mother was not the first to go through this, nor would she be the last.  But right now, at this moment, we focused on her.  Lifting her up.  Praying for her; praying with her.  Letting her cry, or crying with her.  What mattered was just being there.  Letting her know that, whatever was needed, we would do. 

We stayed from late that night until early in the morning.  We left hoping she would sleep, but somehow knowing she would not.  Later that morning, some of the friends went to the funeral home with her and the family.  To help pick out a casket, and make other arrangements.  The younger son was going to help make a video for the funeral at the church.  He was talented in that area, and it was a beautiful way for him to say goodbye.  He also wanted to speak.  We wondered what he would say, but mostly, how he could possibly get through it.  Only with God’s strength and grace. 

Arrangements were made, and we met back at the house.  Some helped go through and dust off pictures to be used.  Some brought food, drinks, and paper products.  Some shared stories of her son; his smile that could light up a room.  His laugh that was contagious.  His heart for bringing others to Christ.  We tried to get her to rest, but she couldn’t.  When she closed her eyes, she saw his face.  She repeatedly asked if she had done all that she could have done.  She repeated, over and over, “I should have done more…”  But there was nothing else she could have done.  It had all been done.  He had just come out of a short term rehab, and was set to go back into a long term one, when the overdose happened.  A young life, stopped so suddenly, and so early.  It didn’t seem right.  What could possibly be the reason?  Would we ever know?  And then….

Within 24 hours of his death, at least 2 people that we knew of had come to know Christ.  Turned their lives over to Him.  Because they knew this young man, or had heard of what had happened to him.  Two lives changed forever; to destinies, two eternities, forever blessed, forever changed for the good, because of the life and death of one young man.  It didn’t mean it was worth it…but it did mean that he didn’t die in vein. 

On through the week we went…all of us just putting one foot in front of the other…trying to get through this difficult time.  The visitation the night before the funeral was difficult; seeing a body in a casket puts such finality on a life.  The “children”- his step brothers, and his younger brother and baby sister- one by one, at the end of the visitation, wandered in to spend time with him, one last time.  Until they were all in there; sitting on the floor, holding hands, crying together, sharing memories together.  Grieving together…and healing…together. 

The day of the funeral was, of course, impossibly difficult.  And yet, the service was beautiful; tears flowed, but so did laughter.  Praises went up to God, thanking him for the strength that He had given us all.  The mother sat on the front row; crying, laughing, and praising God for bringing her through this.  But mostly, praising Him for the knowledge that her son, this young man, was at peace, and in the presence of God. 

The little brother spoke; with tears, but also with laughter.  The young man’s life had been many lessons in one.  A lesson of how to reach others and bring them to Christ.  A lesson of what happens when you turn from Christ and try and live your life your own way.  A lesson of love for that young man.  A lesson of how the choices we make, the decisions we make, affect others, especially those that we love the most.  Those that love us the most. 

It has now been over a month since this young man left us.  His mother is still distraught, still crying, still not sleeping well.  Still waking up crying, or with nightmares, when she does sleep.  If there is a positive to this experience, it is that it has brought this family closer to one another.  It has brought this husband and wife closer than ever before.  It has brought at least two souls into the Kingdom of God.  It has brought many of us closer to this family, and closer to God. 

As I have gone through this valley with my friend, I could not help but think of another mother that lost her son.  A mother who shed tears for a life that was, in her opinion, I would think, over too quickly.  A mother who loved her son.  Who had conceived her son out of love and obedience to God the Father.  A mother who had given birth to this son, the Son of God.  A mother who had bathed his small, helpless body, nursed him, soothed him to sleep, sang to him, and kissed his tiny hands.  A mother who hurt when he hurt, and rejoiced when he rejoiced.  A mother who loved him as only a mother can…but also, grew to love him as her Savior and Lord.  A mother who hurt as only a mother can hurt when he was mocked, beaten, nailed to a cross, and died.  But not in vein.  No; he died for our sins.  All of us.  And all of our sins.  And of course, that’s not the end of the story…but the beginning.  He rose three days later, out of a borrowed tomb, and ascended to Heaven, where he now sits with the Father.  I have a feeling that when His mother died, she sought Him out first.  I have a feeling that my friend will seek out her son quickly as well.  I’m not sure who she will seek out first; Christ, or her son.  But I know that, whoever she seeks out first, it will be a joyous, wonderful reunion.  And there will never be another tear shed, another parting, another death.

Lord, help us to be strong for one another.  Help us to remember that we are never promised the next breath.  Help us to remember to always tell others about you.  Help us to remember to live for you.  And remind us, dear Lord, of our eternal reward.  Amen.

A 5 letter word for….

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace (Isaiah 9:6)

The other day, I was “flipping” through the channels, and landed on an old movie I had never seen before.  In it, the man and wife had each bought a newspaper, with the intention of completing a the crossword puzzle; each without the others’ help.  The wife worked away at hers, thinking aloud…while the husband tried to woo her with his answers.  It went like this…”A four letter word for beautiful…Sara.  A four letter word for wonderful…Sara.  A four letter word for magical…Sara.”  You get the idea. But it made me think…we could do the very same thing with Jesus. 

  1.  A 5 letter word for “Love”….Jesus
  2.  A 5 letter word for “Master”…Jesus
  3. A 5 letter word for “Truth”…Jesus
  4. A 5 letter word for “Healer”…Jesus
  5. A letter word for “Grace”…Jesus
  6. A 5 letter word for “Mercy”…Jesus
  7. A 5 letter word for “Intercessor”…Jesus
  8. A 5 letter word for “Shepherd”…Jesus
  9. A 5 letter word for “Life”…Jesus
  10. A 5 letter word for “Hope”…Jesus
  11. A 5 letter word for “Teacher”…Jesus

    12.   A 5 letter word for “Sacrifice”…Jesus

 And on and on it goes.  Everything good.  Everything wonderful.  For as His Word says…He IS called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace…and so much more!  Alpha and Omega, King, Deliverer, Forgiver…so many things…wrapped up in Jesus!  Think about it…and let me know what you come up with.  But I do know this…there’s NOTHING we can come up with that HE cannot handle.  Even as he was speaking to His disciples He said, “In the world you will have trials and tribulations; but be of good cheer.  I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33)He is capable of overcoming any problem we can come up with.  Anything.  Just give it over to Him.

“Dear Lord, thank you for all that you are, and all that you do.  Help me to remember that there is NOTHING you can’t handle!  Amen.”

Walking in the Dark

Have you ever tried walking in the dark?  It may seem easy, at first…we think, “Oh, I won’t turn on a light…I only have a little way to go.”  But things look different in the dark.  They even feel different in the dark!  Somethings even sound different in the dark!  And as we try to make our way in the dark, we may stumble…and even fall.  But when we have the light, we can see clearly.  Both the path, AND the obstacles.  We can see where we need to step…and what we need to avoid.  It’s just like that with our walk with God.  When we try to go it alone, without God, we stumble and fall.  We get hurt.  But when we walk in theLight…in HIS LIGHT,in HIS WORD, the path is much clearer.  We can more easily see the dangers and pitfalls.  And we can easier avoid them.  We may still stumble and fall, and even get hurt – we are human, after all  – but the likelihood is much less, the danger much less, the pain, much less severe. 

“Dear Lord, please help me to always remember to walk in Your Light.  To use Your Word as a light unto my path.  To never, never try to strike out on my own, without Your Word to guide me…no matter how near the destination may be.  Thank you, Lord, for Your Word, to guide us, and to show us the Way.  Amen.”

Don’t run out of Gas…

Mark 1:35.  Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house and went off to a solitary place, where he prayed.

I am stuck.  Ran out of gas.  Again.  My gas gauge isn’t working properly and my odometer doesn’t work at all so, try as I might, this DOES happen from time to time.  The bad news is -my husband has to come and “rescue me”.  The good news?  I have a little time- to myself- to think…pray…work on this blog.  I almost called a friend to chat-but thought I would utilize this “forced quiet time” instead. 

Isn’t that how our lives are, though?  Sometimes the “gauges” on our lives don’t work properly.  We get caught up in life, of busyness, church work, family obligations, meetings, housework, homework. And our spiritual life, our quiet time with God, suffers.  Then God, in His infinite wisdom, will sometimes cause something to make us slow down a bit, or even stop and have a “forced quiet time”.  Maybe it’s a slow crawling lane of traffic on the interstate.  Maybe a dead cell phone.  Maybe even running out of gas.  Anything that takes our focus off our “distractions” and puts it squarely right where it belongs…on Him.  On our Father.  Our Savior.  Our Shepherd.  Our Lord.  Our Compass.  The one who always leads us in the right direction…if we will but follow…  And His gauge ALWAYS reads right.

“Oh God, you are my God, and I will ever praise you.  I will seek you in the morning, and I will learn to walk in your ways and step by step you’ll lead me, and I will follow you all of my days…”( Hillsong, “Step by Step”)

Dear Lord: Help me to see opportunities you place before me.  To praise you.  To follow you.  To seek you.  And help me to remember to always have a quiet time daily…DAILY…and VOLUNTARILY…with you.  Help me to remember that if I happen to forget, you’ll provide it for me…one way, or another.  Thank you Lord, for all that you do for me; for all of my blessings..and yes Lord, I thank you that I ran out of gas…so I could have this quiet time with you.   Amen.


John 5
The Healing at the Pool
1 Some time later, Jesus went up to Jerusalem for one of the Jewish festivals. 2 Now there is in Jerusalem near the Sheep Gate a pool, which in Aramaic is called Bethesda[a] and which is surrounded by five covered colonnades. 3 Here a great number of disabled people used to lie—the blind, the lame, the paralyzed. [4] [b] 5 One who was there had been an invalid for thirty-eight years. 6 When Jesus saw him lying there and learned that he had been in this condition for a long time, he asked him, “Do you want to get well?”
7 “Sir,” the invalid replied, “I have no one to help me into the pool when the water is stirred. While I am trying to get in, someone else goes down ahead of me.”

8 Then Jesus said to him, “Get up! Pick up your mat and walk.” 9 At once the man was cured; he picked up his mat and walked.

One night while watching Birthday greetings to Dr. Billy Graham, on the event of his 93rd Birthday, I couldn’t help but wonder…How many people have been affected by Dr. Graham’s ministry?  Not only the many, many , MANY people who have heard Dr. Graham over the years through his crusades, on television, through other types of audio, video, and printed material-but also through the many others in ministry, public service, politics,and the entertainment world that have been touched, influenced, and changed by Dr. Graham.  Because he preached the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  Because he was not only a WILLING vessel, but a vessel that was EXCITED to be used by God!  ANXIOUS to please God.  And always, always, striving to do the right thing.  To be a living example of God’s love. 

Now, us as “ordinary people”, will probably never touch the numbers of people, or the type of people, that Billy Graham and his ministry have touched.  But we ALL make ripples.  Each one we touch, touches many others.  For example, as a young man, Dr. Graham had been invited to a revival.  After hearing Mordecai Ham preach, young Billy accepted Christ as his Saviour.  Now, think about this: What if Billy Graham had not gone to that revival?  What if Mordecai Ham had not answered his call to preach?  What if Billy Graham had not answered his call to preach?  How many lives would be different today?  How many souls may have been forever lost? 

Never forget, that what we do or say, can affect others, and also, what we DON’T do or say can affect them, as well.  We may never know, on this side of Heaven, who, or how many, or in what way, we have an effect on others.  But just like dropping a pebble into a body of water-there are ripples.  And those ripples touch others, who touch others…and so on, and so on….

Just as in our scripture today; the “stirring of the water”, or the ripples, caused an effect.  It caused those around the pool to try to immerse themselves for healing.  Christ healing the lame man, also, created ripples; imagine his friends, his family, how they were changed by this miracle.  Even the other people at the pool of Bethesda; imagine how those that, day in and day out, had seen the lame man waiting by the pool.  Waiting for his miracle.  Then one day, it came!!  Not in the way he was expecting…but it came, nonetheless!!  Imagine the conversation…”Hey, where’s the lame guy?”  “Oh, you haven’t heard?  He was healed!!”  “Oh, he finally got into the water in time?”  “No; he was healed by Jesus of Nazareth!” 

Dear Lord; always remind us that the things that we say and do touch others.  Whether they are for good or for bad, they affect others.  Help us to be mindful of always letting your love shine through us.  And help us to be not only willing vessels, but ANXIOUS ones, excited to be used by you.  Thank you, Lord, for Dr. Graham and his ministry.  Continue to bless him and use him for your perfect will.  Please use me in your perfect will, also.  Help me to be a positive ripple, not a negative one.  Thank you, Lord.  Amen.

P.P.P.: Push Past the Pain!

PUSH PAST the PAIN!! In my exercise class, we hear this; push past the “pain” (soreness, muscles stretching, etc) to get the results you want. This not only applies to exercise, but also to LIFE!
Life is not all roses and sunshine; but we CANNOT let it defeat us. Storms come along, but they make us stronger, if we do not let them defeat us. I recently participated in a 5K. My first. Notice, I said, “participated”. I did not run- I walked- usually slowly. I even had to stop a few times, sit, rest, and stretch a bit. And, that is how it is with our spiritual life, too- there are times we need to stop for a bit and rest. Our faith gets stretched out-but we cannot give up!! When life gets tough, we must keep on; push past the pain. We can lean on God, on our fellow Christians, but we cannot give up!! As God’s Word says in 2 Timothy 4;7,8″ 7I have fought the good fight, I have finished the course, I have kept the faith; 8in the future there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day; and not only to me, but also to all who have loved His appearing.”

“Fought the good fight”- Keep fighting!! Don’t give up!! Fight- whatever it is that Satan is throwing at you, whatever it is that is not in God’s Will…FIGHT!! Fight with consistancey and strength!!

“Finished the course”-DON’T QUIT!!! Stay with it!! No matter HOW DIFFICULT it is…FINISH!!! One of the ladies that walked with us sent me something the other day; a picture of a heavyset person walking, slowly, in a walk. The caption said “No matter how slow you are walking…you’re still lapping everyone on the couch!!” AMEN!!

“Kept the faith”-Don’t loose faith!!! God is in control!! No matter WHAT the outcome, God is ALWAYS in control!! Keep the faith!

Yes, there have been times when I gave up. We all do. But the lesson here is to keep going on. If you have given up-pray-and jump right back in there! No matter what you are going through in your life…Push Past the Pain!

“Dear Lord, give me strength to push past the pain of life, and to always remember that you are always there to help me through. Help me to not give up when life gets painful. Replenish my soul when I am weary, and thank you, Lord, for all you do for me, and the blessings you have for me. Both in this life, and the next. Amen.”