Trouble Giving Thanks?

“Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I think I’ll go out and eat worms!”

The mean things that my school mates said and did to me when I was in elementary school made me feel like eating worms. How about you?

I didn’t think about the loving Mama and Daddy I went home to or the dinner waiting for me. I didn’t remember my brothers and the joy I had as we played together.

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10 Years Healed! A Name For Each Year

Come and listen, all you who fear God,
and I will tell you what he did for me.
For I cried out to him for help,
praising him as I spoke.
Psalm 66:16-17

There is no cure for fibromyalgia.

Brain fog, pain, fatigue, and depression plagued me for about 15 years.

Pills for pain, pills for sleep, pills to wake me up, pills to counteract the effects of the other pills, and handfuls of supplements filled my days and nights.

The work that I thought God had placed before me demanded too much from me, and my doctor encouraged me to resign.

One Saturday, I told God that I must have misunderstood His direction and that I would resign that Monday.

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Do You Long for Peace?

“The mob rocked our friends’ cars. Kids were inside. They’ve threatened to target our kids on the school buses. Some women are taking their kids back to the states. I’m thinking of taking Kristin back.”

On April 14, 1986, America bombed Libya to retaliate for the country’s sponsorship of terrorism against Americans. We lived off base near Aviano Air Base in Italy, not far from terrorist headquarters.

Different threats today, but frightening circumstances bombard us.

What do you long for? Peace? Courage? Contentment? Boldness?

God is near. He protects, provides, and empowers.

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Key to Answered Prayer

We’ve lived in the Philippines, Italy, the East Coast, the West Coast, and the Midwest. Keith was in the Air Force for 22 years, and he transferred to different locations every three or four years. A woman asked my pre-teen daughter where she was from.

“No where.” No place to call home.

Shoulders almost touching my ears, head thrust toward Kristin, I explained that she was born in Oklahoma and her home was the world.

Didn’t make her feel better.

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