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Valentine’s Weekend

Over the weekend, my husband took me up to Devil’s Millhopper in Gainesville. We had a lovely little picnic and hiked through the park and sinkhole. He explained to me that it’s actually a sinkhole within a sinkhole. I highly suggest anyone who hasn’t been there, to take the time and go! It was the best date we have ever had. Who wouldn’t love a date out in God’s gift?

These pictures don’t do justice to the beauty. I hope you enjoy!

 

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The Beginning & Homemade Chicken Soup

I couldn’t evade the funk for long. I woke up one morning recently with all my energy wiped out and a sore throat. Being the sweetheart that my husband is, he was determined to help me get back to feeling well. So he made homemade chicken soup for me. And, since I had recently expressed interest in rereading the Bible again, I decided to read while he prepped and cooked.

Three hours later, soup was finally ready, in time for lunch, and I was going on about Abraham and Isaac. Not even skipping the family lineages.

I think he was amused when I would cry out that I remembered a part from childhood or church.

It took all afternoon, but we finished Genesis and had chicken soup again for dinner.

Lord, I want to take a moment to pray for everyone dealing with this funk right now. That you’ll help them each have a speedy recovery. That Lord, you’ll also heal those in need of healing. Fight for those who need fighting for right now. Jesus, that you’ll watch over my family and my friends and my co-workers as we head into the weekend. In Jesus’ name. AMEN.

Religious

Daughters of Destiny

I was invited to a women’s group at church a few weeks ago. No men. This was a major first for me since being married. To be honest, I can’t remember ever really being invited to a women’s group before. With encouragement from a new Christian friend the Sunday before, I agreed to go.

All week I was excited about getting the opportunity to experience something new. Until Friday came. I was so nervous. So many doubts. What if I don’t fit in? What if I don’t belong? What if they think I’m intruding?

The Lord heard my doubts, and like a loving father, put me at ease. I decided to jump on my Facebook before getting ready to head out. Upon opening my feed, there was a post by Autumn Miles.


The timing could not have been more perfect. I felt at ease instantly. I knew that no matter what happened that night. I was going to be where I was suppose to be, with who I was suppose to be with.

It was a new experience, with an amazing group of women from all backgrounds. I met many new women that night. On my way home, my husband asked me what I thought about it.

To me….it was humbling.

I look forward to the next meeting. And seeing my fellow Daughters of Destiny again soon.

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The Daniel Fast

On our 2nd Sunday to church, one of the news bulletins was about the upcoming Daniel Fast. They informed that a sign up sheet was in the lobby for all who wanted to participate.

The previous Sunday, I had asked my husband the significance of the fast. He gladly explained in depth what Daniel had endured and how he fasted.

So to my husband’s surprise, I turned to him and said I wanted to sign up. Of course, in true fashion of my spirit. We were going to do this the right way. No meat. No dairy. No flour. Just hearty whole foods that we prepare and cook ourselves.

Soon, Pinterest became my go to tool. I was going to make sure my family ate what was required of the fast. We gave up fast food, caffeine, bread and all sweets.

Those were the most amazing three weeks. My husband and I prepared every dish together in the kitchen. It gave us time to talk about our days, talk about upcoming plans, and just talk. We loved every moment. We discovered a new level in our marriage. I mean we were happy in our marriage but this brought a new level of HAPPY.

One thing that had bothered me prior to all this, was my health. I had spent the last couple of years ill. I had been tested for all different sorts of upper intestinal and liver deficiencies. The only thing they had found so far was that I had what was called an non-alcoholic fatty liver. I had put on a lot of weight as well. It gave me a bad reputation at work because I was having to miss so much work when I was having a flare up. I had struggled the last half of 2016 to work through my pain and better my reputation.

My family and I stayed true to the Daniel Fast for the full 3 weeks. As I reflected on the time, I told my husband that I had no flare ups during the Fast. In fact, I had felt the best I had ever felt in years. Between my power walks and the foods we ate during the Fast, I was starting to really get in shape.

During my most recent doctor visit, he was surprised to see that I was doing so well and was able to confirm that my elevated levels had gone down.

I give praise to the Lord. He knew what he was doing.

Religious

This is My Testimony

Just before Christmas, my mother and my husband came to me about giving church a second chance. Ever since high school I had turn my back on church but not on God. At the time, neither of them knew that the other had asked me about going to Christmas Eve service. Both had assumed that my answer was no.

I remember the morning clearly, as I drove to work down the country road. Something inside me spoke to me. It told me that this was the time for me to go back to church. Without hesitation I called my mother and accepted her invitation to her church’s Christmas Eve service. I think she thought that I was joking at first until realization hit her that I was serious. She informed me that I had made her day. That this was the best news that she had heard. But I hadn’t made this decision for her, it was for me.

After I hung up with her, I called my husband to inform him that we were going to be joining her for Christmas Eve service at her church. My husband was surprised but he was delighted that I had excepted the invitation. I know that he had prayed for the day that I would be ready to go. He and our son had been trying different churches in our community but had not found one that they felt was the right one for them yet. I think it was because they were waiting for me.

On Christmas Eve, we went to my mother’s house for dinner and fellowship before church. Surprisingly, I didn’t find myself nervous. I was actually anxious. The good kind of anxious. I was anxious to learn, to experience something new, and to open up to Christ. The church told the story of that faithful night of Christ’s birth in Bethlehem. As they told each part of the story, they accompanied it with the carol that corresponded with the events. I was captivated. I was in awe. I was reborn.

It hit me that he called me there that night to relive his birth. To show me that he had not forgotten me and that I should not forget him. It was like a light switch. Everything in my life completely turned upside down. I felt joy. I felt happiness. I felt love.

For that entire week the followed, I could do nothing but exclaim to my husband how much I was excited to give the church a chance. That I was ready to go back to church. That it was my time to praise the Lord.

On January 1st, we went to their 11am service. All three of us dressed in our “Sunday best”.  My mother normally went to the 8am service but was willing to meet us for the 11am. I think my husband was more nervous than me. Nervous that I wouldn’t like it since this was the first time that I had gone to a Pentecostal church. It would be safe to say that he was worried that I would be scared off.

As worship began, it was loud but beautiful. The worship team sang from their hearts, the praise for the Lord. They brought so much joy to my heart to praise the Lord as they sang.

The pastor sang along with the Worship Team until worship was over. His topic for the new year was ‘Restore Us Oh Lord’.

Christ surely brought me here. I had no doubt of that in my mind. I could relate to his sermon as he preached. I felt at home, like I had be coming there all my life. The old me was gone, and the new was born. That light switch had been turned on and my light was shining bright.

That night, I found myself standing in the kitchen, crying on my husband’s shoulder. I told him that I couldn’t explain it. That I was overcome with joy and love. That Christ was with me and this was where my new path, the new me was suppose to go.