Recently, my ladies bible study group has been discussing the many aspects and types of prayer available for us to pray. I really prefer the words, “talking to Jesus”, over prayer. It becomes so much more personal to me when I think of prayers being a continuous conversation with Jesus every day. It enhances my intimacy with Him and my awareness of just how interested He is in every part of my life. And it isn’t just me speaking all the time…..He gets to talk too! And most of the time, I write down what He says, and go back and read His words from time to time as a reminder.
We are never more anxious to receive from God than He is willing to provide. Let’s quit acting like we are bothering God! Beth Moore said, “Prayer is accepting a royal summons to the throne room of the king for breakfast with your dad. He says, Come here child, I’ve got something to give you today. And it’s just what you needed and sought and you are so relieved.”
We don’t know what the direction will be but we know our father will give it.
When you have this kind of prayer intimacy with God, you will learn to recognize when He is wanting your attention and wants to teach you new avenues of prayer, such as warfare against a very real enemy.
So, I am going to tell you of my experience with “Lisa” a number of years back that I find amazing still, even today. I have written of this experience before in my blogging, but I have even more revelation to it now and am still just as amazed.
This is the story:
For weeks every time I grew contemplative or was talking to Jesus, a picture of a hand gun would materialize in my mind. If I was walking by a television and a program was on where a gun was being shot, I would jump as if I was the one being shot at. A picture of a gun on a billboard would seem to be pointed right at me.
The eerie feeling just wouldn’t go away.
At first I thought my imagination was working overtime but somehow I knew this was a puzzle I obviously was missing a piece to. I began to live every day in expectancy of finding out what this gun consciousness was about.
At the time I was leading a weekly women’s bible study and doing some lay Christian counseling as a result of reaching out to the community with my bible study.
His gentle Spirit was teaching me how to totally rely on Him during these times for I felt so insignificant in the enormity of so many problems that women and men face. I never wanted to do anything without His help and in my own reasoning’s as I felt inadequate within myself. I felt it was imperative that I set “me” aside and listen to what the Holy Spirit would say in how to handle each one.
Sometimes, I would be perplexed at what He would have me say to a woman and even more amazed when I would see her set free in areas of her life to move forward.
One particular woman, whom I will call Lisa, was a real challenge. I learned many things as I counseled with Lisa on a weekly basis. This middle-aged-woman had many problems and desired the Lord’s healing and direction for her life. I would just listen to her many issues and offer support and pray for her. Sometimes I would simply counsel her in the many challenges she faced in her sad life.
The counseling went on for many months with Lisa. Then the visions of the gun began. As I prayed and asked God about it I started feeling that the gun issue was somehow connected to Lisa.
I couldn’t help but start to get nervous when she would come to our meetings carrying a backpack, wondering if the gun was in her backpack and she was going to go crazy and shoot me. I listened to her intently in our private meetings to see if there would be a mention of guns but there never was.
I thought about the gun almost continuously for at least 3 months while I spent time with this woman. The feeling really began to shake my faith and I wondered if I was being warned by God to stay away from Lisa. I noticed every gun shop in any place, in any town, and it seemed like they were on every corner, though that wasn’t the case.
I continued to pray for the Holy Spirit to reveal to me what this meant.
One night I had a dream that someone was in my front yard with a gun and it was night. Lisa pulled up in a car and got out and this unknown person shot her and she fell dead on the lawn. I was horrified but went to her and began to pray earnestly.
To my amazement she was raised from the dead. Needless to say, I prayed all the more for Lisa after this dream and wondered where all this would lead.
Counseling her became a strain on me and I had to fight fear as this revelation became more pronounced. I has this sense of awareness and just “knew” that Lisa owned a gun and as I saw her growing more despondent I gave way to much prayer on her behalf (and, truth be told, mine too!)
Then one evening the most astounding revelation happened. I was teaching at my bible study and was quite tired as the staff took over with passing an offering basket to pay for overhead costs of the study. I sat on the stairs in front of the group of ladies preparing myself to pray for those who would come after the meeting was dismissed.
As the offering basket was being passed I looked up just as I saw Lisa drop something into the basket that wasn’t money but something else, but I could not tell what it was. After the meeting was all over and most of the other women had left Lisa walked over and sat beside me on the steps.
“Did you see what I dropped into the offering basket?” she asked. I told her I had seen her drop something but didn’t know what it was. She got up and went over to the offering and took the mysterious object out, walked over to me, took my hand in hers, and dropped a bullet into it.
I just sat and stared at it with my mouth hanging open.
“This is your bullet isn’t it?” I whispered.
“Yes, it is for my gun,” she replied.
“God told me you had a gun,” I told her.
“I know” she said with resignation.
Lisa then began to tell me her story. The reason she brought the bullet and gave it as an offering was because of something that had happened the previous Thursday night.
She had felt totally despondent. She had taken her revolver, and the one bullet she kept for it, into the closet with plans of taking her life.
She said as she sat on the floor of the closet she lifted the gun to her head and pulled the trigger.
It would not go off. She tried for half an hour to get the gun to discharge the bullet, but, mysteriously, it would not.
She then broke down and cried and Jesus spoke to her heart, revealing that the ladies of the bible study were praying and the prayers had broken the bonds of death that had a deep grip on her.
She literally could not kill herself because of the power of God and the power of obedient women to pray. God’s overwhelming love then flooded her as she sat in the closet and broke and wept before the Lord for hours.
She declared her life was totally turned around at that moment.
As I thought back to that same Thursday night, I remembered that was the night I had met with our staff to pray for the ladies of the study and I was again overwhelmed with the image of Lisa and a gun. We all then began to pray in earnest for Lisa, especially, and someone even mentioned a spirit of death over her.
I remembered feeling a relief as we prayed that night and believed that whatever it was with the gun and Lisa, it was taken care of in the spirit that very night. The gun awareness seemed to vanish.
I realized when I spoke with Lisa that while we were praying for her, it was the same night and at the same time that she was in the closet trying to pull the trigger.
I have often wondered if we had not prayed what would have happened to Lisa.
I think back to this time often and use it in teaching obedience when we feel the urgings of God to seek His face on another’s behalf.
And how to wait and trust when He is revealing something we need to see as we are praying.
I have been talking to Jesus for 45 years now, and I am still learning so much more about the many facets of communicating and obedience in the spirit realm of communication with God!
Do we ever stop learning? I think not.
As His children He wants to teach us true Kingdom living. He wants us to know how much He wants to use us, move through us, love through us, and reach others through our obedience and transparencies.
In our obedience to live in Him and obey when He impresses us to move on what He shows us, we can witness mighty things happen in the here and now.
Jennifer, (not her real name), came to me for coaching… a broken person, chained to a very unhealthy relationship, unable to break free; trying to make peace with her abusive childhood and years of abuse to follow–in a place she thought she would never be free of, and miserable inside.
I discerned right away her servant’s heart and her desire to reach out to others that were hurting or needing to know that someone cares.
You see, God used her past to equip Jennifer to have a heart of not only empathy, but true compassion towards a very broken world, and He led her to seek deliverance from her past. Her loyalty, dedication, and obedience were so evident for all to see.
After a few months of coaching, Jennifer found the courage to walk out of her pain, break all ties with a very controlling and consuming relationship that was toxic to her, and begin her process of healing. She saw her value in the Kingdom of God and became eager to get on with it. It was amazing to watch!
Her potential was evident from the beginning and to get to witness her freedom break forth first hand is a privilege I never grow tired of.
What a joy to watch this woman of such faith and heart truly share the real essence of Jesus wherever she goes. This week I received the following message from her that I share with her permission. When asked if she minded if I shared her journey with thousands, this was her response:
“Well, to me it is important to keep you posted since YOU had such a big part in my healing process. I wouldn’t be where I am at this point if it wasn’t for all those sessions. And yes, I’m proud of what I’m able to work on at this point and am happy to let you share with others. It’s those stories that help the lost ones to see there is a light if they just open their hearts and mind to it!”
So here is her report. For the record this was written while she was recovering from a knee replacement and eager to get on with her business in the “ministry.”
“Good morning, thought about you when I was making my weekly to do list.
I wanted to share all the serving opportunities that came my way the last couple of months!
I’m waiting on my first assignment from Hospice and Mary and I are involved in a couple of special events at the church. We’ll be part of an Easter egg hunt at our church as well, and we are helping to feed the homeless at a shelter in the city. This is a great time for the two of us to spend some time together!
I’m also helping at the food basket and hope we get a chance to feed the homeless here with a hot meal if I can get enough interest. As soon as I can I’m going to check with the Chamber to see what is available and find out if there are others in the community who want help.
I had a lot of time to pray for guidance and different opportunities just presented themselves, all in His timing I’m sure!
Thank you again for helping me out of my hurt and confusion, I’m happy to be part of the world around me! I forgot the most exciting part cause the dog started digging out of the yard while I was E-mailing you… A few days ago one of my friends from the old church put a request on her Face book page. She started a ministry to go visit and pray with women in jail at the prison nearby. Well I guess they also write them and I signed up to be a pen pal for a young lady who just accepted Jesus as her savior! The girls got me some stationary a while back and now I can put it to good use!”
Jennifer is finding her completeness in just stepping out and praying for Jesus to allow her to see the opportunities and she grabs them up.
The opportunities are endless, friends! The more the world seems to be going crazy the more the church needs to get free of the strongholds that bind them and start looking for those opportunities to be His arms extended!!
What a privilege to help others know the love of the Father. Someone said people who are loved well, love well. And you can help those around you right now in whatever life you’re already in.
Most true ministry is performed person-to-person in our spare time among friends, family, work contacts or people we know. I believe it is best if we don’t try to make it vocational and try to create the opportunity for ourselves…true ministry is not where you have to quit your day job or leave your kids and husband to go out to a mission field…(though some may be called there). But most true ministry is right where you have been planted.
I’ve known many people who grow unsettled in their jobs or their motherhood and think that it is God leading them into “full time” ministry. Away from the ministry field of their family standing right in front of them. This, though, is often laced with a personal need to find fulfillment and feel significant in his kingdom. And they sometimes DO quit their job and jump into a ministry and then struggle financially trying to figure out a way to do it and pay the bills.
Some people will try to raise support from their friends, or create some kind of product to sell to others, hoping it will finance their dreams. It rarely does. Instead of serving others, they will spend significant time getting others to serve their vision.
A friend once said, “Sharing the life of his kingdom is a way of living first, not a vocation.”
When the opportunity is there, so will the resources be.
What is on your heart today to do for the Kingdom? Pray for the Lord to open doors for you and then pray you will be alert and willing when He does. Don’t think He won’t answer. He is looking for those he can use in a lost and dying world. If YOU are broken then find the ministry from someone you trust to help you heal first. Start your journey today!
If my friend Jennifer can do the work it takes to find her healing and be so thrilled to serve when she has spent so many years suffering and holding her head above water, then you and I can do it too. He is not a respecter of persons!!
Be encouraged, my friend. Jesus is not done with you yet!
The following story was sent to me recently by a client I am coaching. I use it with her permission…it was too good not to share!
”I felt like having toast. I love toast.
I don’t eat it often- ok I don’t eat it as often as I would like.
As a middle aged woman, toast is not my friend; however I find comfort in a warm crunchy slice of bread. This morning is no exception and my desire for toast is magnified by the cold, dark, rainy day today. Seriously, it is pouring out.
I love rainy days, especially if I can stay inside with my thoughts and of course my toast.
As my toast is cooking and my mind is all over the place; Fridays tend to put me in a hopeful, dreadful mood. Hopeful that Steve and I will have quality time together even amongst the household chores;
and dreadful because one day of every weekend “HAS” to be spent with her, you know, the egg donor person.
I don’t think my brain has got over the Friday thing yet, but in time I pray the dread will leave and only hope will float (sorry I had to do it).
I went to the fridge to get my favorite Jelly. I don’t use butter anymore. I have learned that my beloved toast tastes just as good with just jelly.
The jar I selected was almost empty, I really had to work to get enough for two slices of toast and the funny thing is, as I was scraping my jar a thought so strong and powerful hit me and made me want to tell you this story.
Have your children ever picked you wild flowers (I am sure they have) sometimes, and it is really just weeds… but they run in to give them to you –so full of love that those little weed flowers appear to be the highest quality florists flowers.
Usually the stems are short with roots and dirt attached from being yanked out of the ground.
As good Moms we want to display the flowers for all to see and for ourselves as the sweetest reminder we are loved and worthy moms.
Finding a container for such a short stem can be difficult, hence the Jelly Jar. As I was cleaning out the magical fruit inside my jar this morning it hit me so hard;
I never gave my Mother flowers for a jelly jar. She wasn’t a Mommy and would have seen them as nothing but weeds and most likely would have had me throw them out.
It made me sad, and honestly I saw myself visually like a movie– as a little girl standing in a field with my hand full of wild flowers, roots, dirt and all- lost because I had no one to give my flowers to.
As I write this I am feeling so sad for that little girl I want to run, not walk, out to the field to grab her, hug her and put her flowers in my empty jelly jar.
Is this part of healing?
These glimpses of what I did not have? I know we are supposed to look at what we do have and be grateful and, trust me, I am grateful. I was 18 with a baby, followed by rent, a car payment, a job, and a husband and I had to struggle… and still do, and I am grateful for so much.
Yet, I feel as if I need to see what I didn’t have with clarity, real clarity…
Not the excuses that have been made… or excuses I have made to cover so much dysfunction and loss.
I don’t think I see not having (money or things) as a very big deal as long as we can have a roof and toast. I am cool, haha- seriously I am not a big thing person.
I am far too emotional and I need relationships… especially ones I can click with in my empathic way, (gift? still struggling with that).
I just want someone to give my flowers to for their Jelly Jar. For me it really is as simple as that. I don’t know why at my age these losses have been more active in my heart and mind. I look forward to your help in figuring this out.
I do think I need to mourn a whole bunch and not for the loss of a Mother, but for the loss of the little girl, if that makes sense?
I really feel when I can say good bye to the little girl and let her be free, the mother will dissolve. My gosh that sounds crazy!
…but I am writing it because it is exactly what I am thinking. I think I might have been mourning the wrong person all along. I have always thought if I felt sorry for the little girl I was selfish, but right this second I don’t feel that at all.
I think I will go wash out my Jelly Jar and as soon as the rain stops go find some wild flowers for it from the little girl.
Gosh…I am crying and as usual it feels so sad.
But I have had some weird break through this morning.
It’s not my loss of a mother it’s the loss of ME,
… a me who was never allowed to be.”
Is there anyone out there that relates to this story like my client has? This is what I felt Jesus saying after I read this.
This is soul wearying.
Because you may have been hurt,— by words that wound you still — that made you regret that you ever opened up.
Words that made you feel even smaller than how you’re already feeling…words that never felt important to those you loved.
Words that make you feel pressured to get over what you can’t get over.
Words that make you feel more alone, standing on the outside of where you want to be: belonging, loved and understood.
It’s then, in that realization, at that moment, you and I chance upon a glimpse into our soul.
To the little girl inside us who is broken, feeling cast off and lonely.
Jesus has a way of slipping in his love notes, to reach that wounded child within us….even in empty jelly jars.
Do you feel the still, quiet whisper of Jesus speaking to the child in you?
There is a place here and now that Jesus has been preparing for us that has been wounded.
That place is your soul, where Jesus has been doing deep, healing work — because you are valuable.
There is a place in this world for you and, in fact, a wonderful plan, just for you… and there always was…it was just so covered up by pain.
Because Jesus understands us.
Because He loves us as we are.
So go pick those flowers today and allow that inner child to blossom forth in healing and restoration. Realize that He is always more than enough to fill every vacant and aching place within you with the wonderful essence of Himself.
“And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8:36-39
The chirping came from directly above my head. I was in the dining room working on a bible study and there he was, loudly chirping happily from my attic. I thought it odd that he was in my attic and figured he would find his way out eventually. He stayed in that one place for a while but eventually he moved to different places in the attic…over my bedroom, the living room, and then kind of landed in my office. He was so loud that my granddaughter and I spent some time looking for him thinking that he had somehow gotten into the house.
Then we realized his chirping was coming from the heater vent in my office. He knew where I was. I started considering him my pet. I would worry how he would find his way out and how he was finding food .
My husband even decided one day to get a ladder and go into the attic and find him to shoo him out, but I wouldn’t let him. Because I kind of liked hearing his chirping. It made me happy. I figured he was eating bugs in the attic.
Over the time of a few months he became a familiar friend that made me smile when he let his presence known.
Then we discovered we had termites. We had to have the house tented and fumigated. I was so sad that my pet bird may die. I expressed my dismay to close friends and family and they all sympathized with me.
And I prayed.
I prayed that Jesus would somehow help my friend survive the onslaught of poison that was about to transcend his home in the attic.
We had to leave the house for a couple of days and when we returned I waited to see if I would hear his poor little feeble chirping once again, as I knew he would be at least sick from the poison.
And then I heard him! He made it through and there he was again, in my office, chirping away.
And I thanked God.
Such a small thing.
One night as I was showing the ladies of my bible study a You Tube video on a used computer book that had been gifted to us from a friend, the bird chirped.
I was so excited and I said to the ladies, “Hear my little bird? He has been living in my attic and even survived the tenting.”
They were looking at me with that “deer in the head lights look”. I said, “What?”….they said, “you are kidding right?” I said, “No, he really is up there…listen!”
At that point they literally fell out of their chairs laughing. Especially when I told them about praying for him. They then gently told me my little chirping bird was coming from the computer that had been given to us…someone had programmed it to chirp when there were updates.
I was in shock and embarrassed,
and somehow sad…
like I had lost a friend…
and when my husband took it out of the computer, I had to say good bye to my friend.
I was disillusioned.
The moral of this true story?
When you are disillusioned with life it is because you have been living in an illusion. You created your own scenario and wanted to believe it, even though many times you already know in your spirit it is not real.
Oswald Chambers said in his book, “My Utmost for His Highest”,
” Disillusionment means having no more misconceptions, false impressions, and false judgments in life; it means being free from these deceptions. However, though no longer deceived, our experience of disillusionment may actually leave us cynical and overly critical in our judgment of others. But the disillusionment that comes from God brings us to the point where we see people as they really are, yet without any cynicism or any stinging and bitter criticism. Many of the things in life that inflict the greatest injury, grief, or pain, stem from the fact that we suffer from illusions. We are not true to one another as facts, seeing each other as we really are; we are only true to our misconceived ideas of one another. According to our thinking, everything is either delightful and good, or it is evil, malicious, and cowardly.”
“Illusions are a false way of looking at whatever mindset we are in.”
Disillusionment means a loss of false belief.
To be disillusioned is to be disappointed by destroyed illusions.
Illusions are untrue ideas and beliefs that we acquire along the way.
My bird was an illusion.
But on a more serious note, my unreal expectations, or illusion, that people will never fail me will undoubtedly lead to my disillusionment.
The more illusions we can be rid of along the way the better. It is sometimes so hard to have our illusions challenged, that we prefer not to grow any further, and to keep our illusions intact.
We don’t want to accept that people are not perfect. We don’t want to believe that the world is so opposed to God. We think we will never know doubt, sadness, or any kind of lack. If that were so how would we ever have the fruit of His spirit developed in us and strength of character?
These illusions can rob us of the fruit which the Holy Spirit wishes to produce in our lives.
Illusions are a false way of seeing things. Revelation is the true way to allow God to reveal truth to us.
Choosing to live in an illusion is the same as choosing to live in denial.
If you are DIS-illusioned right now it is because you were living in an illusion over something in your life.
Denial will lead you around Mt. Sinai a few times, until you accept truth.
God longs for you to know that He is more than enough in your troubled times. He desires you to rest and fully embrace that where you are is exactly where God plans for you to be.
Even in situations like you have never faced before.
It has taken me so long to be able to write again. I was frozen in time it seemed–for the last 3 months of 2015. But the last 2 weeks I could feel it rising up within me again and now I think I can verbalize somewhat of what I have learned in the very hard and trying year of 2015.
I have learned that when I feel like my faith has been shaken to the core that I become~
~stunned and “shell shocked”…
That it’s a tumultuous venture, this walking by faith. At one time or another, you encounter the completely unexpected followed by the unthinkable.
And when it happens, the impact of it brings you to your knees, able to utter only one desperate word – “Why?”
It’s an intense battle when you’re that overwhelmed. First there’s shock and anger, then comes denial,
“This can’t be what my loving Jesus has planned for me – not me, not His beloved child.”
You wonder why God doesn’t see that you need a different outcome. Perhaps if you just go slow and lay out the alternatives for Him – each and every one of them – you’ll help Him figure out how to reverse what’s been put in motion…
He whispers my name~~and I feel His presence~~and it is more than enough.
When I finally realized that our steady income from investigations was gone for good due to California laws, and if we were to survive in life it would be a miracle…..
He whispered my name…
…and said that I was to take no thought for tomorrow for He would sustain us as a mother sustains her babies life by giving it sustenance from her own body. He would be our life giving force. From that day forward we watch daily as He brings in the finances we need from various sources. He never fails and I have found I can just rest in it and not have to be hyper-vigilant and afraid that maybe today it won’t happen.
Philippians 4:13 Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am.
When my precious daughter had a ruptured appendix and I stood over her bed, helpless, watching her in agony as a result of poor medical care, and fear wanted to grip my heart and squeeze the life out of it;
He whispered my name…
..as I stood there over her bed I felt His hand on my shoulder and his voice in my ear saying, “Dixie, I have this, she will be okay.”
I John 3:22 We’re able to stretch our hands out and receive what we asked for because we’re doing what he said, doing what pleases him.
When the horror and shock and fear came when my ‘adopted’ son was in a freak accident, while intoxicated, that took someone’s life ….the father of my grand kids…and I had to tell my babies that their daddy was going to prison.
As I sit in the court room weeks on end gripped by anxiety, unable to breathe– and watched the judge, moved with compassion for a lone veteran gripped with PTSD, miraculously lessen his sentence… I felt Jesus in the fire with me and with him…and I knew God had a plan.
He whispered my name….
His plan has unfolded, in the midst of the pain, in opening huge doors of prison ministry for my adopted son and has brought healing to him in areas that was never able to be reached…but in the midst of the deep valley He has found a very real Jesus.
I Corinthians 9:8 God can pour on the blessings in astonishing ways so that you’re ready for anything and everything, more than just ready to do what needs to be done.
When my father, (who molested me for years) on his death bed, told me he could not forgive ME for exposing “our” secret to my mother and that I ruined HIS life…and Mom’s life, before she died. Realizing there would be no closure with my abuser before he left this earth– when my picture was always of his saying how sorry he was for his crime against me and my little girl. There I was, sitting in his hospital room, with, strangely, no one around, next to his bed, while he told me he could not forgive ME…
Jesus whispered my name~~ I felt Him in the chair beside me and felt His breath tickle my ear as He whispered, “Dixie, I’m right here and I am not going anywhere. Just lean into me.” I knew I could endure the pain and shock of it all. It was the last conversation I had with Dad. Jesus’ presence got me through the funeral of confusion and distress at being so removed from all feeling, just numbness, as my husband performed the ceremony.
Matthew 21:22,23 But Jesus was matter-of-fact: “Yes—and if you embrace this kingdom life and don’t doubt God, you’ll not only do minor feats like I did to the fig tree, but also triumph over huge obstacles. This mountain, for instance, you’ll tell, ‘Go jump in the lake,’ and it will jump. Absolutely everything, ranging from small to large, as you make it a part of your believing prayer, gets included as you lay hold of God.
When I read my parents trust sent to me after my dad’s death, and realized that in 2006, my mother and my father stated that they, in full disclosure, and with full knowledge did NOT want their daughter, Dixie, to have one thing that belonged to them; I felt the ultimate abandonment and full force of their anger towards me for stopping my father from molesting again after he molested my daughter. I was the black sheep of their family and was pretty much hit with it on their deaths. I had to admit to myself, finally, that I didn’t want their “things” but what I had wanted was their love, and would never find it here on earth.
He whispered my name~~ “Dixie, you have a new name that I have given you. I will be both mother and father to you. I take the sting away of their earthly rejection. This is the end of years of torment for you and though you didn’t hear what you needed to hear from them, you will hear it from me and I am more than enough for you.”
Ephesians 3:20,21 God can do anything, you know—far more than you could ever imagine or guess or request in your wildest dreams! He does it not by pushing us around but by working within us, his Spirit deeply and gently within us.
And you know what, HE IS more than enough. Better. No comparison.
God wants you to know that He is so much bigger than all the desperate and tragic situations in this life. He wants you to know He is always with you and for you.
His blessing isn’t found in what He gives or takes away. You find it as you abide in Him.
Ask Him to align your heart with His. Believe His Word. Trust Him.
Count it all joy.
In my journal to Him, He speaks to me too…in one recent one Jesus said to me,
“Don’t count on what you feel but continue to allow me to fill you where you are lacking and believe Me when I say, I know what you lack, and I am more than enough for you…..I am doing a work you cannot see!”
Embrace Him as your absolute EVERYTHING.