One Pharisee and One AA Meeting

Last night, as I was sitting in church and listening to the message, the pastor read something that immediately took me back.  We were looking at the parable  Jesus shared about the Pharisee and the tax collector praying in the temple.  There is a vast difference between how the two men approach God.

He also told this parable to some who trusted in themselves that they were righteous and looked down on everyone else:  “Two men went up to the temple complex to pray,one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector.  The Pharisee took his stand and was praying like this: ‘God, I thank You that I’m not like other people—greedy, unrighteous,adulterers, or even like this tax collector.  I fast twice a week; I give a tenth of everything I get.’

“But the tax collector, standing far off, would not even raise his eyes to heaven but kept striking his chest and saying, ‘God, turn Your wrath from me—a sinner!’  I tell you, this one went down to his house justified rather than the other; because everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, but the one who humbles himself will be exalted.”  Luke 18: 9-14

Here’s the part that took me back: “God, I thank You that I’m not like other people.”

I remembered sitting in my first Alcoholics Anonymous meeting and listening to people share. I listened to men and women who had been in and out of jail for DWIs.  I listened to men and women who had lost their jobs, their families and their friends because their desire to have a relationship with booze was stronger than their desire to have a relationship with anything else.

I listened and I silently judged each person who shared.  I’m not like them. I’m not that bad. I’ve never gotten a DWI (never mind that I’d gotten behind the wheel countless times while intoxicated…was even pulled over once…but I was able to “fool” the cop.)  I had never let my drinking get so out of control that my employer, friends, and family didn’t want anything to do with me anymore. (No, over time, I had predominantly become a closet drunk. I drank and got drunk every single day of my life. However, I did it behind closed doors so that I could keep up appearances.)

I walked out of my first AA meeting feeling confident that that place was not where I belonged.

It took a couple more months before I found myself sitting in my second AA meeting.  During the time in between, the Lord worked on my heart and opened my eyes to Truth.  I’m paraphrasing here, but these are the words I heard from God one morning in late November…

Eileen, you are one of them. Get your butt to AA. Do whatever it takes to get this out of your life. I will be your strength…but you need to admit your need.

So what does this story have to do with a Pharisee and a tax collector?  Well, at the beginning of my journey in recovery, I might as well have walked into my first AA meeting wearing a t-shirt with the words Pharisee printed across my chest. I was puffed up and certain that I was better than other people with drinking addictions. It wasn’t until God worked on my heart that I was finally able to also see my desperate need for God’s grace and mercy.  Sitting on my couch that morning in late November of 2001, I knew that I needed Him as much as I needed oxygen for my next breath.

Are you struggling with something in your life that seems to be holding you captive?

The best thing you can do is to ask God to change your heart so that it is more like the tax collector.  Ask Him to open your eyes so that you can see your need.  I’ve come to believe that one of the most beautiful prayers we can ever lift up to God is…”Lord, change my heart. Make your desires my desires too.”  I’ve seen how God can take a Pharisee heart and turn into a Tax Collector heart over and over.  Trust Him with all the pieces of your heart and watch Him do something beautiful!

My One and Only Job Today

Lately, I’ve been reminded that I want to be remembered more for what I stand for and who I stand with rather than what I stand against.

I know it sounds way too simplistic and I know it’s become a funny cliché to some…but I really really really do want to live my life with a WWJD (What Would Jesus DO?) mentality.

Life is a classroom and He is the teacher.

Here are some words from Scott Sauls that resonate deeply with me:

What matters more to us—that we successfully put others in their place, or that we are known to love well? That we win culture wars with carefully constructed arguments and political power plays, or that we win hearts with humility, truth, and love? God have mercy on us if we do not love well because all that matters to us is being right and winning arguments…Truth and love must go together.

I want to love well. I have a long way to go. But, I am convinced that loving others well…trumps winning disputes.

I’ve read and heard several instances over the last few days of how Jesus taught his disciples the importance of loving others well.  Jesus not only talked about loving well…he lived it!  Loving well must become our knee jerk (first) response when we are confronted with conflicts or belief systems that differ from our own.


When they returned from getting food, the disciples were shocked to see Jesus talking to a Samaritan woman at the well.  Why?  Because it went against what they had ever known. She was a Samaritan…AND she was a she. Two big strikes against her at the time. But what was Jesus first response?  To engage her in conversation. The other day I wrote this post about how relationships begin when we choose to scoot down to the other side of the bleacher.  In this account, I think Jesus made the choice to scoot down the bleacher.  (John 4)  And, because of that choice to love…He won her heart and countless others.  (John 4:39)

Folks,  it’s not up to me to convict someone.  It’s not my job to be someone’s police man.  I have one task. And, I hope it’s the legacy I will leave behind…the WWJD legacy:  To Love Well.

I want to be willing to move down the bleacher and start a conversation.  I want to show compassion when I don’t understand. I want to love others the way Jesus loved the Samaritan woman. He set aside all preconceived notions of “appropriateness” and simply chose to acknowledge her and engage with her.

Love others well. This is my one and only job today.

Seized Beauty and Cracked-Open Hearts


Yesterday I took my dogs to the vet to update the few vaccinations they needed.  In the process, I was reminded of how quickly we can learn pieces of another person’s story.  In a short amount of time I learned when my vet was born, when her mom was born, when her mother died and the cause of her mom’s death.  In the same amount of time, she also learned this about me. And, yes, we also conversed about the typical things you discuss while in the vet’s office…those furry friends you have in tow.

This exchange reminded me that even though I may not know someone, hearing a piece of their story “humanizes” them.  So often, all it takes is hearing one detail and your heart immediately cracks open.  The “stranger” no longer feels like a total stranger to you.


A week or so ago my family and I went to see the local soccer team play.  As we took our seats, my son bumped into a boy that he had met for the first time the day before at soccer camp.  Within five minutes this new friend had scooted himself over next to Sean and they ended up watching the entire 90 minute match together. I listened to them share their likes and dislikes with one another.  I listened as they shared pieces of their story.  I listened as they swapped cell phone numbers.

I love how effortlessly kids connect. Part of me thinks they’re better at it than most adults. They seize moments much better than grown ups.  In contrast, other than a head nod, a quiet hello, and a few swapped smiles, never once did I scoot down to the other side of the bleacher to talk to this young boy’s parents.

I wonder what beauty slipped by unnoticed by not doing this?

Maybe none. Maybe the exchange would have simply been a polite, superficial, “it sure is hot out here tonight” kind of conversation.

Or, maybe…this unseized moment contained pieces of stories that crack open hearts.


Today, I’m challenging us to embrace the awkwardness and the inconveniences that often come with getting to know strangers that cross our paths.  Maybe it’s as simple as scooting down to the other end of the bleachers.

When the Answer Turns Out to Be Right in Front of You


Sometimes God’s answer ends up being right in front of you and it’s just not time for you to see that answer yet.

This is the thought that’s crossed my mind several times this week while driving up one strip of road in Dalton, GA. Two years ago, my family and I picked up our life in North Carolina and headed down to my husband’s home state of Georgia.  During that season, I watched God open and close many doors along the way. It was a season filled with so many unknowns. But, I  watched as God took the puzzle pieces of our life and rearrange them to where He wanted them all to fit.

For the first couple of months of that new chapter we were essentially “homeless.”  My husband’s brother invited us to live with him until we could find a place to live.  Every few days I would make the trip into town and pick up our forwarded mail at the post office. Before leaving the parking lot, I would sit in my car and look through what we had received.

We didn’t have a home. Our mail didn’t have a home. And, yet, I knew we were exactly where God wanted us to be.

Sometimes God’s answer ends up being right in front of you and it’s just not time for you to see that answer yet. 

Two weeks ago I started working at my church part-time.  The church campus is just two blocks up from this particular post-office.  As I’ve commuted to and from the office this week, I can’t help but think back on that season of sitting in my car and being completely clueless to the fact that one of the puzzle pieces God had in mind was essentially right in front of my face…it just wasn’t time for the piece to be placed on the table yet.

I’m not sure if things like this excite anyone else…but they do me.  I love knowing that two years ago God saw how the picture was going play out.  I love how He orchestrates even the tiniest details of our day to bring us to where we need to be.  I will never get tired of catching glimpses of how God is continually moving and working in our lives.

“Remain suspicious that God is up to something good.”   Margaret Feinberg

I read this quote for the first time earlier this year during a Bible study I was doing with some other ladies at my church.  It popped into my brain again yesterday as I drove by the post office. That quote accurately describes how I was feeling so many times as I sat in the post office parking lot two years ago.  There was a peace inside of me and a feeling of anticipation at the beginning of that new chapter.  I had no idea what details would be waiting up ahead, but there was this part of me that was so excited to find out.

I know I’ve mentioned this before, but sometimes following Christ reminds me of being a kid at Christmastime. Every day, when we open our eyes, there are gifts from Him waiting for us under the tree.  And, I don’t want to overlook a single one!  Sometimes, I feel like I’m five years old again trying hard not to burst from anticipation and hope.

Thank you, Father, for taking your little girl by the hand and promising to never ever let go.

In This World…

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Three things slowly came to mind this morning after awakening to the news of a gunman coming into a Charleston, SC church during an evening prayer meeting on Wednesday night. He viciously and senselessly took the lives of nine people.

As always, my heart immediately started to hurt for the family and friends of these victims who are now left trying to make sense of such unimaginable hate and evil. I thought about the post I wrote a couple of months ago after the senseless attack at Garissa University in Kenya. I prayed for God to overwhelm the hurting with His presence. I prayed that the One and only Redeemer of our lives would continue to do what He’s always done best…redeem this, Lord…redeem even this.

The next thought that came to mind were those hours prior to Christ going to die on the cross when He reminded His disciples of two important Truths. “In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” I then thought of the verses in Romans where Paul assures the church that nothing…nothing can separate us from the love of Christ. This morning, I took some time to reread the assurance we have that no matter what evil tries to take away…what Christ offers us is more.  

“So, what do you think? With God on our side like this, how can we lose? If God didn’t hesitate to put everything on the line for us, embracing our condition and exposing himself to the worst by sending his own Son, is there anything else he wouldn’t gladly and freely do for us? And who would dare tangle with God by messing with one of God’s chosen? Who would dare even to point a finger? The One who died for us—who was raised to life for us!—is in the presence of God at this very moment sticking up for us. Do you think anyone is going to be able to drive a wedge between us and Christ’s love for us? There is no way! Not trouble, not hard times, not hatred, not hunger, not homelessness, not bullying threats, not backstabbing, not even the worst sins listed in Scripture:

They kill us in cold blood because they hate you.
We’re sitting ducks; they pick us off one by one.

None of this fazes us because Jesus loves us. I’m absolutely convinced that nothing—nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable—absolutely nothing can get between us and God’s love because of the way that Jesus our Master has embraced us.”


When evil like this happens, I’m often quick to cry out…where were you God?  But then, at the same time, I think of the promises above and I know that God is still on His throne.

Jesus came to this earth to redeem the unimaginable. Jesus came so that, ultimately, death would have no sting. in the end, sin and evil do not prevail.  (1 Corinthians 15:55)

“Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.”  1 Cor 15:58

Some Thoughts on the Way Out…



“So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don’t fall!  No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted,he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it.” 1 Corinthians 10:12-13

This morning, I came across these verses about God’s faithfulness in the midst of temptation. I still remember the first time I read them. I was sitting on my back porch, drinking my coffee, and watching my dogs sniff around the yard. As I read, a wave of hope came over me. It was as if the Apostle Paul’s words were speaking directly to me.  At that time in my life, I was at the very beginning of the long road toward recovery from addiction.

I remember several different emotions hitting me at once when I read those words in 1 Corinthians.

First, I knew I wasn’t alone in my struggle.  “No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind.”  My struggle was not unique.

Second, I felt peace.And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. ”  My struggle with addiction was not where the story needed to end.  These verses reassured me that God was true to His word. Every single temptation I would face, would have to go through God first.  Every trial would either be a time of testing and refining of my faith or a temptation that God chooses to allow me to go through. Everything that would come my way would have to go through Him first.  But the promise that brought me peace that day?  No temptation would ever be more than I could bear…with His help.

Third, I felt hope. “But when you are tempted, He will also provide a way out so that you can endure it”  This was the part of the verse that hit me the hardest that morning.  God was reassuring me that my situation was not hopeless.  I was not on a dead-end street. It was not too late. I was not trapped.

I’ve shared this story before but it’s worth sharing again.  That morning, after reading those verses, I took out my journal and sketched a picture of a house. The house didn’t have any doors or any windows and I was trapped inside.  At that moment, the Truth sunk in and I knew what those verses were promising me: Even though sometimes there doesn’t appear to be any way out, there always is:  God always provides a way out.  I just needed to commit to taking a closer look. And when I did, I discovered this tiny little hole in the wall.  In my journal, I named it “The mouse-hole to safety.”

That morning, God taught me a few lessons about temptation that I never want to forget.

I am not alone in my struggle.

My struggle is not unique.

God is bigger and stronger (and ultimately in control) over anything I will face.

I will never be put in a situation where there is no way out.  Never.

Today, if you are struggling with a temptation, if you think there is no way out…look again. And keep looking until you find it.  Remember those “you can take this to the bank” promises that I spoke about earlier this month?  This is one of them.  God will always provide a way out. Always. 

What we need are the eyes to see it and a heart willing to accept it.

Let Me Introduce You to Grace!

God referred to King David “as a man after His own heart” and yet David committed adultery, covered it up, and was guilty of murder.

God referred to the Apostle Paul as “His chosen instrument” and yet this chosen instrument spent many years of his life (before seeing the light) persecuting and murdering those who loved the Lord.

God referred to Peter as “the rock” and yet this rock, on three occasions, lacked courage and crumbled when his faith was put to the test.

The thoughts above are ones I originally shared in the short eBook I wrote a few years back. They came to mind again this morning after thinking about Peter and his journey of walking with Christ.  He sure didn’t walk the walk perfectly, did he?  Yes, he had incredible passion when it came for his love for the Lord. Yes, he had moments of insane “walk on water” courage. But, guess what? He was still human. He was still prone to looking at the rough seas all around him and then doubting who was in control. He still had a tendency to let fear speak louder than his faith. When the biggest test of his life came along, he hid behind a lie.  “No, I do not know that man!”

One of the reasons I love scripture is because we can read the faith journeys of people like Peter, David and Paul and, as we do, we catch glimpses of ourselves in their humanness. In fact the entire Bible is filled with accounts of God using messed up people who are trying to learn how to love and trust and walk and do life with a Holy God.  None of these folks were able to figure this out without times and seasons of failure and pain. None of them.  I don’t know about you, but this is a huge relief to me!  It’s comforting and it fills me with hope!

Read, again, how God referred to these men:

David: a man after His own heart
Paul: His chosen instrument
Peter: the rock

Wow. Wow. Wow.

You know what I love most about this? It reminds me that God’s power isn’t dependent at all on our skills and our ability. God’s power isn’t dependent at all on us having a squeaky clean resume. It isn’t dependent at all on us never falling down again. God desires to use us and work through us…yes. But God doesn’t need us.  No, on the contrary, we need Him.


Here are some lies I used to believe:

“I’ve gone too far in the wrong direction.”
“It’s too late to start over.”
“It’s too late to make a different choice.”
“I made my bed now I have to lie in it.”
“I’ll ignore the pain and it will go away.”
“I’ll hide behind my mask because it’s safe there.”

This morning I thought about David, Paul and Peter and the lies they could have believed…

What if David had believed the lie he’d gone too far in the wrong direction when he slept with Bethsheba and then had her husband killed? (2 Samuel 11)

What if Paul had only said “What a wretched man I am?” and then had failed to look beyond what he had done to embrace the Truth of who he is in Christ? (Romans 7:24)

What if Peter, after denying Christ three times, had failed to recognize the Truth that God’s love and forgiveness was infinitely bigger than even his biggest failure. (John 21:15)

Here is the Truth I know today:

God is bigger.
It is never too late to begin again.
Nothing you have done or will do can ever make God love you any less.
God specializes in resurrecting dead and broken things.

Are there any lies holding you back today?

The cross is a great place to dump those lies. And the beauty is…you never have to pick them up again!

Mirrors and Windy Mountaintops

I do quite a bit of rear view mirror looking on this blog. You may have realized that. :) But, there’s a part of me that knows that staying on the Scenic Route requires me to do routine glances backwards. In recovery we called it “keeping it green.”

I look back to learn. I look back to remember. I look back to see, again, what one all-powerful God can do in one girl’s heart, a heart that was terrified of letting go and trusting.

On a side note, if I ever get tired of looking back and thanking Him for the journey, then I think it may be an indication that I’m venturing away from this scenic path and a serious heart check may be in order.

This morning, a guest post I wrote several years ago came to mind. It was this rear view mirror post about how God blows me away with His ability to transform us…first our hearts…and then our lives. I smile, my lip quivers, and my eyes get all leaky just thinking about the journey again.  Thank you, Lord.


Yesterday, I was talking to a friend about grace. In addition to wisdom and understanding, I’ve been praying for grace… accepting it for myself, giving it to others and receiving it from others.

I’ll be learning lots of new things next week. I’ll be walking into unfamiliar territory. I’ll be meeting new people. I’ve been praying God would prepare hearts, my heart and the hearts of those around me.

Not sure what it is about David Crowder songs lately, but here’s another one making my soul sing today.

Up on the mountain,
Where You took this heart of stone,
Put life back in these bones,
This I know

Keep blowing us away, Lord!

Up on the mountain,
Where Your love captured me,
Where finally I’m free,
This I know.
Up on the mountain,
Where You taught my soul to sing,
Amazing grace the sweetest thing,
This I know.

And then the storm rushing in,
And here I am again,
This I know.

Take me up to where I was,
When I never wanted more than You.
Lift me up to feel your touch,
It wouldn’t be that much for You.
This I know.
This I know.
This I know.
This I know.

Up on the mountain,
Where You took me by the hand,
Taught me to dance again,
This I know.
Up on the mountain,
Where You took this heart of stone,
Put life back in these bones,
This I know.

Take me up to where I was,
When I never wanted more than You.
Lift me up to feel your touch,
It wouldn’t be that much for You.
This I know
This I know
This I know
This I know

– David Crowder

Take it to the Bank


“If you seek Me with all your heart, you will find Me.”

Just pause for a minute and think about the beauty and the promise found in those words.

It’s what I like to call a “you can take this to the bank” statement.

I truly believe the path to Jesus can be summed up in those 12 words found in the Book of Jeremiah.

An unrelenting willingness (on our part) to believe it and a commitment to wholeheartedly search for Him= finding the One true God.

Yet, how often are we really willing to expend time and energy looking for something (that most of the time seems invisible) with this kind of radical and “all in” devotion.  How crazy does that seem in our logical and rational minds?  And, how insane does it seem to seek something (that we’re not even sure exists in the first place)…with all our hearts.  Sure, we might be willing to devote a portion of our hearts to this search… but all of it?  Crazy!

What if we expend all that time and energy and we’re wrong?
What if we end up looking like a fool?
What if what we discover in our wholehearted search makes us uncomfortable or, worse, scares the daylights out of us?

Yet, this is what Jeremiah tells us is the pathway to finding God.


The Book of John.

I seem to find myself revisiting this book of the Bible over and over lately. It’s almost as if everything I need to know about Jesus and who He claims to be and what He claims to be able to do in us and through us, can be found in the pages of this one book.  Don’t get me wrong, I know we need to study the whole Bible, but in the season I am currently going through, there is something about the Book of John.  It’s leaping off the page.

When I read certain passages in John, a famous quote from CS Lewis will often come to mind:

“I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about Him: I’m ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don’t accept his claim to be God. That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic — on the level with the man who says he is a poached egg — or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon or you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God, but let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about his being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.”



Here are few “you can take this to the bank” passages that I’ve been chewing on lately.  And, ones I have a sneaking suspicion CS Lewis may have also come across before he penned the above words.

“I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.”  John 14:6

“I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty. But as I told you, you have seen me and still you do not believe. All those the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never drive away.” John 6:35-37

It is written in the Prophets: ‘They will all be taught by God.’ Everyone who has heard the Father and learned from him comes to me. No one has seen the Father except the one who is from God; only he has seen the Father.  Very truly I tell you, the one who believes has eternal life. I am the bread of life. Your ancestors ate the manna in the wilderness, yet they died. But here is the bread that comes down from heaven, which anyone may eat and not die.  I am the living bread that came down from heaven. Whoever eats this bread will live forever. This bread is my flesh, which I will give for the life of the world.” John 6: 46-51

I love how Eugene Peterson translates verse 45 in Message: ” And then they will all be personally taught by God.’ Anyone who has spent any time at all listening to the Father, really listening and therefore learning, comes to me to be taught personally—to see it with his own eyes, hear it with his own ears, from me, since I have it firsthand from the Father.” 


“If you seek Me with all your heart, you will find Me.”

I believe this statement. Mostly because there came a time in my own journey when I tested it out. Despite my doubt and despite my fears, for a time I became willing to treat that statement as radical-my-life-depends-on it-I-can-take-it-to-the-bank TRUTH.

And in the process, God proved Himself to be faithful.

I found Him.


If you haven’t done so in a while, or if you have never done it, take some time to read the book of John.

When Questions Just Delay the Answer

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Sometimes questions are simply stall tactics.

If we are asking questions then we can postpone committing to one direction or another.  On the outside questions may even appear to be the “smart” thing to do.  But, on the inside, it’s often fear that drives this decision to stay in the question asking phase. Fear of the unknown and the uncomfortable, fear of being wrong, fear of looking stupid, fear of letting go of our control (or perceived control), fear of being vulnerable.


I think about this every time I read John 3 and the story of Nicodemus, the Pharisee who came to Jesus (secretly, in the middle of the night…umm…fear).  He knew there was something to this man Jesus.  “Rabbi, we know that you are a teacher who has come from God. For no one could perform the signs you are doing if God were not with him.” v 2

He knew. Yet, despite all the proof staring him in the face, he was scared to commit. And, Jesus, calls him on it:

“Very truly I tell you, we speak of what we know, and we testify to what we have seen, but still you people do not accept our testimony.  I have spoken to you of earthly things and you do not believe; how then will you believe if I speak of heavenly things?” v 12 & 13

I love how the Message translates these verses:

Listen carefully. I’m speaking sober truth to you. I speak only of what I know by experience; I give witness only to what I have seen with my own eyes. There is nothing secondhand here, no hearsay. Yet instead of facing the evidence and accepting it, you procrastinate with questions. If I tell you things that are plain as the hand before your face and you don’t believe me, what use is there in telling you of things you can’t see, the things of God?

Yet instead of facing the evidence and accepting it, you procrastinate with questions.

Yikes. How often do we do this when Truth knocks us up side the head?

I know I’ve been guilty of it many, many times.  Questions are like a security blanket we wear when, secretly, we know that commitment would be like running up the street naked.  Okay, maybe not always…but sometimes. Making a life altering decision will often leave us exposed and vulnerable. It can be, for a time, the most awkward and/or most painful place God will ever ask us to log time.

BUT…it’s worth it.

I can’t help but think back on the season in my life when I was coming to terms with an addiction.  Boy, did I have a ton of fear based stall tactic questions for God…and all of them began with the word “why.”

Why can’t I drink like a normal person?

Why can’t You compromise with me God?

Why can’t I just hide this part of my life and get on with following you in every other area?


Yet instead of facing the evidence and accepting it, you procrastinate with questions.

A day does not go by in my life now that I am not eternally grateful that I finally stopped asking questions and simply trusted Jesus to do what He kept promising me He would do.

I will be Your strength.  I will give you peace. I will satisfy your thirst. I will lift you up out of that pit you are in and set your feet in a spacious place!

Are questions holding you back today?  Maybe it’s time to let go of the blanket, grab hold of His hand and commit to trusting the One with the answers.

“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that you may have life, and have it to the full.” John 10:10