My journey, I love my journey. It is in freedom that I walk. I am learning and growing. I am loving God’s Word and my soul hungers to know it, to read it, to meditate on it. It gives me peace, joy, comfort and a deep satisfaction knowing that it is His word. I am learning to organize my house through organize 365. I absolutely love it. I have a Sunday Basket. God is good, He is so good to me. He is helping me do these things. I still have trials and when they come, they come at first with resentment, then defiance, then defence, then comes me trying to reason it out. Who’s at fault? Then the Spirit leads me to search out my own heart and see if there is any selfish motives. I repent of my part in the trials and I pray for God’s help in the situation. He immediately comforts me. Later he shows me that my husband has had a really hard day. Through his prayers later in the evening I see all the harshness fade into humility and repentance.

I see the beauty of the Holy Spirit at work in both of our lives and once again we walk in victory over a defeated enemy that tried to sabotage us. That was yesterday. It was my Friday. Not our typical date night.

This is my very first post.
I am starting this blog because I need to write. I have got to tell my story and I am on my phone more than sitting at my desk with pen,,,, lately. I’m trying to find out why I can’t write the devotional and what is getting me stuck. I have it in me so I thought this place here might push me forward to get my thoughts out of my head. Janel was kind and she loved her brothers and sisters.

Sure when they were younger there were small issues but when she spoke of them it was with highest regard. She looked up to them and loved spending time with them. I wanted her to spend time with them. I didn’t consider if the influences were good or not so good. It made sense because we are family. Death always makes life look different than you think. Actually before death we don’t think about it so much but now,,, what would have we done different,,, what would matter more,,, what could we have said,,,, maybe I would be a crazy mom saying way too much. I can’t answer these questions but unfortunately my mind is often lead to wonder about them. I know that Jesus Christ changes lives and I know that He is truth, He is truth in every sense of the word. He is the one who will help me write this very difficult Devotion if it is God’s will and that is my prayer.