Helplessness: that dull, sick feeling of not being the one at the reins. When did you last feel like that –- and what did you do about it?

This was a hard year for our family, a year of enduring.  My husband ‘s mom passed away this past January  Then, we had fun with me breaking my leg in Feb, and being out of work for 6 months.  Then, my mom passed away in September.  Then, at the end of the year, even my father-in-laws dog died.  Sounds like a year of enduring, that or a bad country song.

It was (and still is) a time where I felt/feel out of control.  Christmas was not the same.  I didn’t even want to decorate this year, but you know, we have kids,  so 2 weeks before Christmas we bought a tree.  But honestly my heart just wasn’t in it this year.  This has definitely been a year of trials and testing.

As far as what I did and am still doing about it, I am daily choosing to trust God.  There are times you read His Word, and times you desperately hold onto it for dear life. this would be one of those times.  I feel like the kitty hanging on the tree branch.  Reading His Word gives me peace, gives me hope that things will change, and helps me endure whatever I am going through.

One of the most memorable moments I have had in this mess was sharing the Word with both of my moms before they died. I read parts of the “Father’s Love Letter” to both of them.  Have you read the Father’s Love Letter?  Here is the link

http://fathersloveletter.com/text.html

And yes, I cried all the way through it. But I did get to ask them the question, yep, the most important question we will ever ask anyone.  Do you believe in Jesus, that He came in the flesh and died for your sins, and was resureected on the third day?  Yes, thank you Jesus, they were saved.

God’s Word has a way of coming alive and it was and is what gives me hope when I have none.  When things are out of control and I can’t see my my way out, Jesus has lead me and carried me through.  I know He is faithful.

I also know what NOT to do.  I know that I cannot listen to the thoughts the enemy puts in my head.  I don’t know if you know what I mean, but there are some things that do not get a say.  There was more than one occasion I listened to “those voices” and I ended up in the psych ward for trying to hurt myself.  The devil does come to kill, steal, and destroy.  Some of us have lived to tell about it.  And we know that there is a God, because we are still breathing.

These are the times when I find a promise in God’s Word that has not yet come true for me, and read it, speak it, believe in it, hold onto it for dear life, until I see it come to pass.

GOD’S PROMISE TO YOU: