Just a small step – do you realize that everything you do or even want to accomplish starts with just a small step. Just getting out of the bed in the mornings are small steps. So stop telling yourself you can’t do this or that. Just take that first step toward things you want to accomplish. You will find that if you keep walking, keep moving your feet forward, you can get where you want to be, but you have to take the first step. Hold your head up and move.
Straight from the heart ♥
Hello everybody !!!
Sorry I haven’t posted anything lately. I have been in the process of moving. This morning I woke and had coffee outside in the fresh air. I was able to watch the sun come up and it felt amazing just to be able to do that. God is so good. I have seen things just fall into place this week. Even when something was said to be one way, God reached down and changed it within just a few hours. Prayers works, all you have to do is ask. Open those lines of communication with the Father, He is ever so patiently waiting. You are so loved by God, He really loves His children. Remember, just because you can’t see what is happening, He can.
Tidbits for life
“Refuse to be average. Let your heart soar as high as it will.” – A. W Tozer –
Straight from the heart ❤
Today, as I was painting, just trying to stay cool and waiting for my bread to get finished that I had put on to cook, a thought hit me upside the head. I am a tadbit hard headed for the most part. I was going about my business of painting the underside of a tray that I am working on. It is going to be a wall decor, not something that people are going to be using. As I was painting, I heard “the unseen is just as important as the seen”.
How many people, either, they skip over stuff because it won’t be seen anyway, or get discouraged because they feel like they are unseen and not as important? Did you know, just because you feel unseen or unimportant, there is a Heavenly Father that does see you? He does know you, He does know what you look like and feel like. Just because you think you are unseen or unimportant, that is so far from the truth. You are seen.
Straight from the heart ❤
Oh my goodness everbody … I have been sick and I am better now though. I took on to much with not enough rest. That is not a good combination.
This world that we live in, is so crazy. It is hard to look at, people everywhere are hurting. The young, the old, the rich and the poor. So many people are discouraged, and they are searching for hope. Searching for just a glimmer of something to hang on to. People are searching for answers in this mass chaos. I started to feel like how can I be an encouragement when I feel discouraged? I want to say we are all in this boat together, but that is not true. I have heard it said that some boats are row boats, some are just dingys, some boats are yachts. But here is the truth. We are all in this storm together. However, we do have a Savior that speaks to the storm and He says “peace, be still”.
I know as for me, I would rather have a Savior by The Name Of Jesus, in the storm with me than not. I wouldn’t want to have to face this crazy world by myself. I am not strong enough in my own self. I have to depend on the God that created the whole universe for strength. He has shown me over and over again, that He can handle it. We, in ourselves can not. We are not strong enough. And when we realize that we are not strong enough, and that we have to depend on Him, we see things change.
When we get to the point that our voices can’t be heard over the howl of the winds, we need to scream the Name of Jesus. He hears us, regardless of whether anybody else does. And it only takes saying His name.
So TODAY, let’s call out His Name, The Name Of Jesus. Invite Him into our chaos.
Straight from the heart ❤
Just do it … this morning when I was talking to someone, they commented on some of my art work, and how talented I was. I feel like, who are you talking to? I am not talented. I was always told that I couldn’t do anything right, my cooking was awful, my painting sucked, and when I sang I sounded like a wounded cow. Words…. when we hear something enough we tend to believe it. They are seeds implanted into the soil of our hearts, and they grow and turn into stuff either for the good or bad.
I had always gotten my daughter Brandy to paint whatever I needed painted, then I moved to another county and she got too busy with work. So guess what? I got angry. I got mad because I kept hearing, I wasn’t good enough, over and over in my head. Paul, which is now my new husband, told me, you can do whatever you want. So I looked on Pinterest, got the paint and art stuff I needed, got youtube videos and I learnt how to do stuff. My other daughter made a comment that she wasn’t talented. I gave her words that she gave me a long time ago right back. You don’t know if you can do something til you try, just do it.
It doesn’t matter if whatever you are doing is good or bad, it is your stuff. If you cook, cook for you. If you are painting, paint for you. If you mess up, so what, it is your mess. Quit trying to impress people, it is you, be happy in your own skin. Who cares if something is ugly to other people, it is yours not theirs. Who cares if you sound like a wounded cow when you sing, SING. Get up and make art people…. JUST DO IT….stop trying to impress other people. You just might find out you can do something spectacular.
Straight from the heart ❤
Today is Memorial day but I have noticed that as time goes by that there are a lot of people that don’t realize that freedom is not free.
Freedom has always cost somebody something. Even if you haven’t paid anything for your freedom it was still bought with a price. The freedom you have today in this country was bought with the price of a service person and their families. I know I am extremely grateful for their service. However, there is another freedom that we have today, that freedom is a gift that only Christ Jesus could pay for you and me. We could not pay that price. We could not get back the freedom that we lost when Adam and Eve sinned in that garden, only the Blood of God’s only begotten Son could do that. And that is what He did, He went to calvary and bleed and died on that cross, and went to hell and took back those keys from Satan, and He set the captives free. Christ Jesus set us free from the bondage of sin and death, and ya know what? It is a gift. We can not earn it, we have to accept it. When we receive a gift from someone else, don’t we have to open it up to know what it is? What if we took someone’s gift and never even open it up to see what it was? What if it was all the answers and solutions you were needing to all of your problems here on earth and it was right there for you to take it but you never knew you had it because you didn’t accept it, you didn’t even look? Same thing, you have to accept God’s gift or you will continue to look for answers to your problems but the answer was right there for you to accept.
Freedom has already been bought and paid for but freedom is never free. Freedom always cost somebody something.
Straight from the heart ❤
What is it that you really, really want? That you really desire more than any thing if you could just reach out and take hold of it? I know people that say money, and I know people that say just to be able to go and do what I want to do with nobody telling me what to do. What is it that really makes you tick that some how you are missing?
Could it be that in this world of chaos, that we have somehow lost the joy of living? Lost all hope of feeling just a spark of what could be? It would seem that way. Just yesterday, I had gotten a message of a young girl that needed prayers. Her world felt like it was crashing in on her. No job, just got a positive pregnancy test, no family to care, she felt afraid in this great big ugly world. We all feel this sometimes. Where is the hope? We just feel like screaming. Like what if I just end it all ? Who would even care? I HAVE NEWS !!! THERE IS A HOPE ….
Y’all may not believe me. I have people tell me ” I don’t want to hear that religious junk”. I am going to say it again and I will continue to say it over and over again. Religion is man made … but a relationship with God through Jesus is not a religion.
I grew up in an abusive environment. I was a homeless pregnant teenager on the streets of Houston Texas. I married into an abusive relationship. I lived in the portal to hell area, with drugs and crime. I had tried to commit suicide three times, more heartbreak than a person could even imagine. I had even lost all my stuff three times, home, clothes, pictures, worldly things and I had even lost loved ones. I was down to just the clothes I had on and what I had taken with me. I had to start over from scratch.
But guess what? I had found HOPE ….
I know from personal experience that there hope.
When I cried out with everything in my being “God if you are really real, if you are who you say are, I need you to fix this, I can’t. ” My life has been a whirlwind. But He has brought me through a dark depression that I felt was sucking the very life out of me. Through things that I felt like was burying me alive. I was being crushed. There is freedom, a very real freedom when you accept the help that Our Heavenly Father is offering to you. It is free, it is a gift, but you have to accept it. You do have to open your mouth and ask for it. Open your heart to receive it.
What do you have to lose? Maybe a dark existence.. maybe all those tears that you have cried… all that heart break you are experiencing. Open your mouth and ask ..what do you have to lose?
My Testimony (my God story) entry #2
All my life it seems it has been one thing then another. I have struggled for a long time with depression, anxiety, suicidal tendencies, but not only those I have struggled physically with extreme pain. I have always had problems with leg pain, as far back as I can remember. It has just seemed to progress as I got older. What happens when a person prays for healing and other people pray for healing for you as well and nothing seems to happen? I struggled, and that is no joke there. I have been told by others that I must have something blocking my healing, just get up and move, you are healed. I believe I am healed, Jesus died for my healing, however, I am experiencing pain, I don’t own it, it ain’t mine. I own a car, I can even own a house, but I do not claim to own a headache or body pain. So, here I am, at a time in my life when I have nothing but time on my hands and a story to tell. Now who is going to listen to this story, now that is a question only time will tell. My story is quite long, and therefore, it needs to broken down into pieces. I have learned that everything needs to be broken down into pieces, if not, then it gets to be overwelming and then nothing gets done and you wind up having mental breaks, which are not good, not even in the slightest. so, the thing is where do I start? at the beginning I do believe.
Let’s go back to first memories. My first memories begin with me standing in my play pen, and starring at a small black and white television. I later realized when I was much older of what exactly the images were I was seeing. I was seeing images of the the Vietnam war, men toting weapons through swamps up to their waist in water with guns held up over their heads. I also remember laying in bed with my mom and her trying to keep me quiet because a convict had escape the nearby prison and came into the house searching for food. I remember my aunt running over to the trailer where we were living and gettting us out because a tornado was heading that direction, and of course it came right between her house and the place where we were living. I remember the great storm that was coming and my mom and dad taking me up to Boatyard Landing to get someplace safe. I never understood that and still don’t even to this day. Hurricane comes, don’t go to the river. I also remember my sister when she was brought home. I didn’t even know she was coming. I was asked “what do you think of her?” my answer was to send her back, she will be nothing but trouble. Oh, how right I was. Maybe that is just what siblings do, but I think this one in particular, was a double dose.
If early memories are an indicator of what life has in store for a person, mine was going to be a wild ride, which, it turned out, it was and still is. So hang on to your seat, I do promise, my life has not really been boring, difficult yes, but not boring.
Tidbits for life !!!
“Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strength.” – Charles Spurgeon –
All Through The House With Love 