Fear Revealed

One day after my last post I read chapter 3 of this book:

And I had a lightbulb moment.

My fear was revealed. I realized immediately why the Lord had me reading this book and exactly what I needed to do.

But I didn’t want to do it.

That’s when the arrows flew.

…a “BUT GOD” moment.

One hard situation was put upon me, but through it I was set free from the other.

Everything crumbled around me for a moment, BUT GOD used it as a key to my release.

I immediately felt lighter.

At this time I was in Canton for a half-marathon I had entered, so I headed out on the trail expecting good things.

It was a disaster:

I underestimated the technicality of the trail, I completely dehydrated, I took a wrong turn, and I finished 32 minutes after my goal time.

As I was chewed up and spit out by these trails this verse from Job came to mind, “Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? Tell me, if you have understanding.” Humbled.

And then I pitched a big fit.

I grabbed my medal, yanked a couple of chocolate chip cookies off the table, and fled the scene.

I was so mad…at the race, at myself…just mad at life, and I let it shine.


He still saw me, still reached out in love and grace to me, He still quieted my soul as only He can, so by the time I got home all was well.

Then I read chapter 4.

That’s when I realized the BUT GOD in my recent history…and I was sorry for my whining.

And then I was convicted and comforted all at once by this line:

…we have a choice. We can wear our hurt or wear our hope.

I had definitely worn my hurt after that race…not just my disappointment in the race but the hurt I felt as the Lord had filleted my heart and in the process cleaned out clots of my own sin.

So now the healing begins…and I’m thankful that it’s underway.

And if I’ve said it once I’ve said it a thousand times:

Praise the Lord. captured this early morning rainbow…”The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:22‭-‬23

Hidden Fear

I finally finished this book:

My mom gave it to me months ago, and I started reading it months ago. It really was a good read, but I’m easily distracted I guess.

When she first gave it to me I decided to read it solely because she said it was good. I didn’t really feel fearful about the future, or fearful of anything for that matter. Maybe I’ve just gotten used to “uncertain times”. Ha.

Next up…

A group of ladies at church are reading this, and I bought it so I could read along…thinking to myself, “What is it with the fear issue? Is the Lord trying to tell me something?”

If He is I’m still not certain what it is.

To top it off, last night, our dog Lulu was just bark-bark-barking in the backyard. I sent Duke out to check on her, and he came back laughing. He reported that Lulu was trapped in her invisible fence…

…the fence that she hasn’t been in for a few weeks…

…the fence that’s connected to the collar that she hasn’t worn in a month…

…the fence that’s connected to the collar that had a dead battery for a month before she stopped wearing it.

So, Duke went over to her, made a clicking noise with his mouth, and she ran happy and free.

Fear kept her trapped.

Fear of something that wasn’t even there….something that was long gone.

Fear of a situation she had walked into herself.

I hope I’m not like Lulu…and if I am I hope that the Lord will snap me out of it.

So, I’m praying that Lord will show me any hidden fear I have…or maybe that he’ll use me to snap the collar off of someone else.

Until then I’m resting on the fact that God holds yesterday, today, and tomorrow, and His promises are sure.

Just some thoughts from the shade.

Resting in the truth.


The Final Countdown

This is the last project I completed before I morphed into a grocery shopping, party planning, cupcake baking machine…

I present…the fireplace:

We weren’t sure how to repair that ragged edge where we took the cover off, but Pinterest came to the rescue with a few tutorials on painting the stone.

IV wasn’t sure, and when I put that first brush stroke right in the smack center I may have panicked a little on the inside.

BUT…after brushing on some more, smearing it with a paper towel, and applying some water to dilute it a little more I was relieved…

The kids, of course, pointed it out first thing so I don’t know if he would’ve noticed or not, but he wasn’t mad! He liked it. Phew! I like it too.

Since then, when I haven’t been at the YMCA, I’ve been squeezing in shopping trips and stopping by others’ homes to gather party supplies and such.

Busy bee…buzz.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle I kept noticing how everyone was just being so nice to me. I try to be nice, but there are some gifts in my life that I just can’t repay.

It was just before my last stop that I suddenly became overwhelmed with thankfulness for the Lord’s goodness to me…because I surely don’t deserve it.

This verse came to mind:

I love those moments when the Spirit stirs within me and brings to recognition that I don’t deserve any good things…from the kindness of a stranger giving me a quarter at Aldi to all the ways people have helped us over the past year and beyond. So much love…love that I can never fully return. And then there’s the ultimate love…flowing from Jesus’ veins on the cross and continuing to flow in my every day life.

Grace upon grace.

Check yourself, and notice God. Then sit in the grocery store parking lot for a minute and cry to yourself before going in again.

And give thanks…always give thanks.

Praise the Lord…and get ready to party!!!

If you’ve read this blog til the end I would like to cordially invite you to our low county boil as a thanks for your support…just bring a pound of shrimp with ya! 😄

Can’t wait!!!


This wasn’t on the list…

IV played in the dirt all Father’s Day weekend. He’s trying to dig out a pond and make a place for my mom and dad’s RV. In the process he uncovered almost a hundred of these patio stones:

They’re nothing fancy but they’re something we’ve been needing for our back entrance into the mudroom:

This was not on the to-do list but the time was right and the materials were at hand so Lottie and I set to work.

IV helped level it, Crockett helped break up some dirt clumps, and King painted the door, and…

SO much better! It looks happy now. 🙂

Lottie even got to put her little fairy garden in the new flower bed by the door.

Thankful for a productive weekend!

Praise the Lord!