Apr 292016
 

His divine power has given us everything we need for a godly life through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness. Through these he has given us his very great and precious promises, so that through them you may participate in the divine nature, having escaped the corruption in the world caused by evil desires.  For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; and to godliness, mutual affection; and to mutual affection, love. For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.  2 Peter 1:3-8

But grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. To him be glory both now and forever! Amen.  2 Peter 3:18

 I am letting you in on the “real” from my week.  And I can tell you the “Best Christian Mother” awards have been given out elsewhere. Maybe it’s because on Monday my ability to hang in there for any amount of time with my daughter for the earth day bird feeder project was nonexistent.  Maybe it’s because on Tuesday my motivation to fold laundry was left back in my more “trying to be Martha” days.  It could be because on Wednesday the dinner was leftover leftover’s.  But it also might be the fact that on Thursday I spilt the coffee grounds all over the floor-twice-once in the morning, once in the evening. 

But Friday’s realization hit me harder than all the others.  I have SO felt my heavenly Father pressing me into talking to Him more in this season-I felt led to start prayer groups, have been praying with excitement, faith, and regularity regarding specific needs/people for our church, am taking time to stop the conversation with a friend who is stressed or needs guidance and pray for them then and there (no matter if it’s in the grocery store or at school) and have made efforts to include Jesus in my random thoughts and tasks, asking Him to “work out with me, cook with me, and clean with me”.  So I guess this is why the “condemnation/guilt” train of the enemy stayed longer than usual at the station of my mind and heart this week when I made this Friday’s “lack of parenting” realization.  My Friday doozy downer, whether I was too tired, lazy or whatever excuse could be used, was I had not been praying with my girls.  This “Power of a Praying Mom” hadn’t been intentional and disciplined to teach and rolemodel prayer (other than meal times) with her little’s.  So I thanked the Lord for the unexpected garage treasure Friday find of a flip and write notebook of nighttime prayers for children.  And I thanked Him for His grace as I knew tonight was the night to take on a new intentional habit of nighttime prayers with those He had entrusted to me.

I started my showing the flip and write book to my middle daughter.  And she took to it quickly.  She chose a prayer and we read it together.  Then she got to write her own prayer to Jesus (and you would have thought it was this five year olds birthday when I showed her it had a dry erase marker and eraser.)

We have been doing the flip and write prayer for a couple days now and I had another realization.  I came in thinking I had to teach my daughter’s how to pray and they ended up teaching me.  Below are the some of the prayers they wrote to God:

Day 1-You are good to me.

Day2-I love you.

Day 3-I want to be baptized in water.

Day 4-Help me not forget my (earth day) project.

Day 5-Thanks for giving me a break today (to play instead of doing the typical homework routine).

Oh the simplicity.  Oh how short.  Oh the faith.  Oh how “real”.  Oh the humility.  Oh how grateful.  Of these from the heart, whatever’s on the mind prayers.  And I know our heavenly Father is smiling.  When we follow a child like faith prayer model.

  • So whenever we receive good news this week may we shoot up a “you are good to me” prayer in the moment.
  • At random laundry folding moments or right when our feet hit the floor in the morning may we say “I love you” to Jesus.
  • May we make time to “be still and know that He is God”, inviting Him to wash us with His living water!
  • May we fix our eyes on Him saying “Help me”, when fear, anxiety and trouble begin to fill our minds and circumstances.
  • And may we continue to say “thank you Jesus” for specifics of the blessings in our lives.

In what circumstance do you need to take on some childlike faith and trust God instead of being overwhelmed and frustrated at the mess around you?

In what specific times of the day can you incorporate some 2 second prayers to God to include Him in your everyday tasks?

Are you growing in the knowledge, grace and love for God and if not, why not?

Jillian

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Apr 122016
 

Well, those unfulfilled expectations snuck up and bit me in the booty.  Again.  And here’s some more transparency for you.  It was a morning of self pity.  And I couldn’t seem to shake it.  It was a morning of the nasty word “defeat”.  And it resonated all too well.   It was a morning of where my word for the month “hope” was no where in sight.  And I needed.  to.  hear.  good.  words.  from.  God.

After tries and tries of marketing my book in various ways I recognized I hadn’t talked with God about how He would desire for me to “get the book out there”.  I felt a nudge from the Spirit a couple months ago to go about marketing in quite a strange, seemingly not productive way.  When I asked the Lord what He would have me do with this stack of books that had been sitting for a year in my closet, I heard the phrase “One book at a time”.  Hmmm….and after making sure the Lord knew how non grand scale of reach this would have, I obeyed.  And I have been relying on Him.  Each week.  Asking Him, “Who this week, Lord?”  And He has been faithful every week to bring a name to mind.  And the Lord has been asking me to cook up His recipe; excluding my own “logic ingredients” and including many cups of “courage, humble, listen and obey ingredients”.  And I have been absolutely amazed at how He is strengthening my faith and allowing me to “taste and see that the Lord is good” with these mini miracle cakes which come out of the oven each week.

So why am I in a state of self pity when from the paragraph above it would seem all is well?  And I am glad you asked because I will tell you.  One of the names I believed I was to send a book to was a famous female Christian author and speaker who I have followed and adored for years.  Even though I peed my pants a little when I felt this nudge of the Spirit, I pushed through the fear.  I wrote a lengthy letter to her and sent off the book.  (This was even more of an accomplishment if you know me because you have never and probably will never receive anything from me if it is getting there by the post office.)  There was hope, though, in sending this off.  I thought to myself, “Yes, this is going to be the “one book at a time” person who will read my book, love it, respond to my letter to ask if I would come speak with her at her next venture.  Good thinkin Lord!”

And so I got a letter in the mail today.  With the return address of the above author’s ministry name listed.  I literally held my breath as I opened it.  But as soon as my breath was held, it was let out quickly with a breath of defeat. It was written by her “correspondence team”.  A form letter.  Lifeless words filled my heart as my eyes took it all in.  And the “D words” settled down deep.  Devastated.  Defeated.  Done.

I cried a little.  Then looked to my God to support me in my self pity state.  He was good to me.  My devotional for the day talked about how self pity is not walking in trust in God.  And if we feel self pity the thing to combat it is to give Jesus praise and thanks because we can’t have self pity at the same time as when we are thanking God.  So I decided to do this.  (Although it was more than hard.)  And then I flipped the scriptures and said, “Lord, I need a word from you to give me hope and comfort.”  And praise.  God.  Wouldn’t you know He was so good to have me flip open to the very scripture He gave me to send and write to the author I had just been so disappointed by.  It was as if He was saying, “You heard me right, you are on the right track, be patient, I still have plans for you.”  And then He went one step further-the Spirit highlighted the words “learned to acclaim you” in the scripture.  I looked up the word “acclaim” in the dictionary and it means “to praise”.      He said to my heart, “You are blessed today because you are learning to praise Me even when it’s hard-you just did that.  The scripture doesn’t say “blessed are those who acclaim” but “blessed are those who LEARN to acclaim”.   I am teaching you how to praise Me.”

Blessed are those who have learned to acclaim you, who walk in the light of your presence  Psalm 89:15

God continued to speak love into me as He as I flipped open to this verse:

Therefore let us also, seeing we are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us Hebrews 12:1

And if that wasn’t enough goodness of God to fill me with encouragement and hope, I put on a new work out DVD and had to smile as the instructor said, “Let’s punch out defeat this morning!  Don’t quit.  Finish the race strong!!”

So whatever you find yourself disappointed by, discouraged by, defeated by this morning, get off of the self pity train and jump on the thank and praise God train.  Let’s finish the race strong because we KNOW His timing is perfect and His plans are BIG.  Continue on in patience and perseverance the race with Jesus my friends and we WONT be disappointed in the end!

What can you thank and praise God for today as you “learn to acclaim/praise” Him?

What unanswered decision, defeat, disappointment, or unfulfilled expectation do you need to trust Jesus and fix your eyes on Him as you “run with patience”?

 

Jillian

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Sep 292015
 

For I will be merciful toward their iniquities, and I will remember their sins no more.  Hebrews 8:12

Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.  Ephesians 4:32

Can a woman forget her nursing child, fail to pity the child of her womb? Even these may forget, but I won’t forget you.  Isaiah 49:15

I have a daughter who wants to be walked into school and one who doesn’t.  One who likes only frosting and one who eats only the cake.  One who is most happiest looking for acorns in nature and one who plays princesses most days.  Oh how our God made each of our children unique.  And beautiful.  And oh how He made each of their mother’s unique.  And beautiful.  Creativity equals our God.

I was walking my oldest daughter into school.  It was the second week of classes and so the “new school routine” wasn’t nearly as scary as before-for me.  (Always fabulous when the confidence of the child far outweighs the confidence of the mother.)  When we went into the typical gym drop off spot there were no 1st graders to be found.  (slight panic attack)  As I surveyed the area I saw a sign which indicated K, 1st and 2nd graders were playing and lining up outside today.  (normal breathing was back).

We walked outside and I could not believe the sight.  It was as if I had happened upon an ant colony.  In which you can barely walk without stepping on one of the zillion ants underneath your feet.  Now insert children here instead of ants.  Mass.  Kid.  Crazy.  All.  Around.  And it seemed this was the place to send off my soft spoken.  Tiny (to me).  Precious.  Girlie.  “Well, I guess you can go play honey,” (I said with extreme reluctance).  And she proceeded to run off.  Into the zillion “ants”.

Then it happened.  The emotions wave hit.  Hard.  My eyes filled with tears.  “No one knows her.  No one see’s her.  She has no.  one.”, were the thoughts behind the waterworks.  Then as quickly as the emotions came a still small voice spoke to my spirit and heart, “I know her name. I see her.  I got her.  I could never forget her.”  (Oh for Pete’s sake I can’t even write this without tearing up.  In the kids playland Safari Sams nonetheless.  Pretty sure I am beyond.  All.  Help.)

As I wiped away the tears, my heart found rest.  In.  Him.  In the fact He knows Lucy.  He made Lucy.  Just like He knows me and made me.  Within the next moments this song came to mind:

I have a Maker, He calls me His own.  He’ll never leave me, no matter where I go.  He knows my name.  He knows my every thought.  He see’s each tear that falls.  And He hears me when I call.  

(“He Knows My Name” by Tommy Walker)

What comfort.  What compassion.  What a personal.  Loving God we serve.  And He remembers.  The good.  Of our intricate make up.  And He forgets.  Our confessed mess ups.  So maybe I could try to do the same.

When I am upset with my husband, friend, co worker, or family member and am prone to think of/remember their past mess ups (sin and wrong towards me), I can say “No”.  And instead “take every thought captive and make it obedient to Christ” (2 Corinthians 10:5b)-in which in this case would involve forgetting. their. bad.  And then I can their good.  Remember their God-given strengths.  Unique makeup.  And if I need a little extra help, I can ask God to assist me in this “remembering the good” process.  Help me to see them how He see’s them.

So the next ant you see may you remember.  You may be small.  But your God is big-Your child may be small.  But your God is big.  You may have messed up.  But your God remembers it no more-Other’s have messed up.  But you can choose to remember it no more.  You may feel alone.  But your God see’s you and knows your name-Your child may feel alone.  But your God see’s them and know’s their name.

To live like Jesus is to forget and forgive the bad of another and remember the good instead.

Is there someone you are prone to remember/bring up their past sins?  Will you ask God to help you remember their good and forget their bad?

Will you entrust your small child(ren) into the hands of our big God today?  Will you entrust yourself into His hands?

 

Jillian

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Apr 292013
 

I HAD A LOWER BACK INJURY FOR THE PAST COUPLE WEEKS.  IT DEFINITELY PUT A CRAMP IN MY RUNNING STYLE.  When I started having intense pain, everyone said I must stop the regular routine of being a “do-er” for it to heal.

It was only after the injury I realized how much improper bending and lifting filled my day.  How my street running could be taking a toll on my body.  How bath time, cleaning up time, park time, grocery shopping time all strongly rely upon using my back.

I had to humble myself to ask for help.  Over and over again.  To lift a tiny basket of laundry.  To put my girls in the swing.  To bring in the groceries.  To take out the garbage.  To carry a bag up the stairs.

I hated saying multiple no’s to lifting up my girls for a snuggle.  I wouldn’t dare say it aloud.  But I was thinking it:  I am not getting old!

It was a challenge to know when to start running again.   I was desperate to have it back in my schedule, because running “fills me up” to be a better mom, wife and joy filled woman.  My back wasn’t hurting for a day.  I thought I was ready for the run.

I didn’t want to tell my husband of my plans to begin running again because I could see the future.  He would say it was too soon.  Unfortunately he put two and two together when he saw me.  In my running gear.

My Husband:  You aren’t planning on going running today are you?

Me:  Oh.  Well.  Yea I was.

My Husband:  You know you could injure your back permanently or make it much worse if you don’t take time to let it heal completely.

Me: Uh huh.

My Husband:  You can do what you want, but I don’t think it is wise for you to go for a run.

Me:  Uh huh.  (Looking down.  Sad face.)

I was frustrated with my husband.  I was tired of living with this hurt.  Someone was to blame.

As time passed, I calmed down from my disappointment and recognized it wasn’t that my husband was enjoying depriving me of something I loved.  My injury was not his fault.  And his saying “no” was actually a reflection of his immense love and care for me.

Just like my husband was looking out for my best interest, so our God is looking out for our good.  But just like I didn’t like to hear “no” from my husband, I don’t like to hear “no” from God either.

Me:  Why aren’t you taking away this struggle Lord?  You know the desires of my heart, why am I still unsatisfied?  Why can’t things go back to normal?  My patience is all used up.
God:  Remember my unfailing love for you.  Remember I am here beside you to comfort and help you.  It pains me to see you hurt.  I know it is difficult when I answer “no”.  When you don’t understand why this is happening.  When you can’t see the future.  Trust me.  My plan for you is good.  Nothing in your life will be wasted.

“For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you.  Plans to give you a hope and a future.”  Jer 29:11

Are you a friend that tells another friend if they are doing something that is detrimental to their overall health?  Are you willing to hear a “no” from the Lord and trust He has your best interest at heart?

Jillian

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Feb 042013
 

MY HUSBAND DREADS THE MONTH OF FEBRUARY.  FOR GOOD REASON. It is the month I put my princess tiara on and dream crazy big.  Not only does February include Valentines day, it’s also the month of my birthday.

What if my prince surprises me for my birthday with a romantic getaway to an exotic island and takes me dancing?  What if my prince puts rose peddles all over our home, writes and sings me a love song, and behind my back makes homemade Valentines cards for me with my girls?

The truth is, when February hits, my mind, heart, and attitude do a 180 degree shift. I draw into me.  I dwell on how tired I am.  Tired of giving.  Tired of me as a mother in which I am not thanked, affirmed or seeming to be valued.  Tired of me as a wife who feels more like the maid then the maiden.  Tired of listening to The Voice that says, take up your cross daily and follow me.  I instead choose to listen to the voice that says you deserve more than this, you have rights, so hold to them.

The problem comes when my prince can never seem to live up to my princess expectations.  Whatever he plans for my birthday or Valentines, it is never enough.

I must take my dreamy dreams into my own hands.  I pointedly share with my husband about my good friend’s  surprise massage she got for her birthday, I start my birthday countdown atleast one month in advance (bringing it up in conversation whenever possible), I plan my own party, and I make sure I make the choices for activities, lunch and dinners all month.

It is my turn to have my needs considered before everyone else. I should be served.  I am woman, hear me roar!

My meddling puts undo stress on the family and leads to unnecessary disagreements between my husband and I.  Result:  This princess is left feeling anything but pampered.

Bottom line:  I am selfish. (I am slow when it comes to my faults.  Thank goodness for a God of patience and grace.)   I hold to my rights.  I want to be served.

Our attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus: Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be grasped, but made himself nothing taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness.  Phil 2:5-7

I want this February 2013 to be different.  I need to practice being a servant like Jesus.   To be selfless rather than selfish.  (Instead of thinking, what are you going to do for me?  I want to think, what can I do for you?)  To practice laying down my rights and trusting God to meet all my needs.  If my God can wash dirty, smelly feet, then I can cook, and clean, and be grateful doing it.

I am thankful for another year with a healthy body, my girls to snuggle, a loving husband, food to cook, clothes to wear, with friends to laugh with, with a blog to write on, and so much more.   So happy birthday to me!

I may not always be pampered as an earthly princess would be, but I can have joy, purpose and eternal rewards in serving as a daughter of the King.  I am spoiled beyond words.

Fittingly, the song “I will follow Christ” came on as I was in the middle of writing this post.  Coincidence, I think not!

I will wear the name of Jesus, I will give him ALL my RIGHTS

As for me no matter what the sacrifice

I will follow Christ

“And Christ’s love compels us…And He died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves, but for Him who died for them and was raised again.”  2 Cor 5:14a,15

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Dec 112012
 

I wish I could tell you my “open palm” prayer revelation was my secret to staying in a place of peace.  I would be a hypocrite if I told you so.

I had a second epiphany about myself this week: patience is not a virtue of mine.  Not by a LONG shot.

If I’m cold, I want to be warm.  NOW.  So, I respond by immediately turning the car thermostat up to 82 degrees.  If I’m hungry, I want my food to be cooked.  NOW.  So, I respond by turning the burner on high, even at the risk of completely torching whatever it is I am cooking.  If I’m tired, I want to be asleep.  NOW.  So, I respond by (sometimes) skipping out on my responsibilities, in order to get into bed.  (To get myself back to functioning again, I must go to bed at 8:30pm. Yes, you may have guessed I am a morning person.)

I can remember countless times of waiting in my life.  I didn’t do any of them well.

Waiting… to be engaged to my husband.  To be healed from my eating disorder.  To be done with college.  To be done being pregnant.

Waiting… for my babies to sleep through the night.  For my husband’s traveling job to include less traveling.  For the pain from losing my brother to go away.

Today is no different.  I am waiting for answers and healing for my health.  Our family is waiting for answers in regard to my husband’s job and direction.  All answers that could literally mean huge changes for me and my family.

And I’m doing it again.

Flailing.  Praying open-palm prayers.  Jaw-clenching.  Praying.  Emotional eating.  Praying some more.  White knuckle-gripping my fists for control.  Praying and opening my hands even more.

I’m finding it isn’t about remaining in a constant state of pure peace.  I’m human. But it’s about what I do when the anxieties start to over-sweep me.  Do I open my palms and continue to give it back to Him?  Even if it means over and over again?

My husband and I were talking about this struggle for me to wait.  He reminded me of something very powerful, yet so simple.

Our ability to wait on the Lord is one of the truest forms of showing our trust in Him.

I long to do this better.  To wait and trust.  In peace.

I am going to continue my open palm prayers and handing my worries over to God.  Every. Single. Time. They arise.  And I’m going to meditate on His Word.

I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
and in his word I put my hope.
My soul waits for the Lord
more than watchmen wait for the morning,
more than watchmen wait for the morning.”  Psalm 130:5-6

Are you in a place of waiting too?

Waiting for healing?  For direction?  For answers?  For relationship?

Do not be discouraged.  We can learn and grow through the waiting.  Even if it’s not what we want to do.  And we can remind ourselves and each other of Isaiah 30:18,

“Yet the Lord longs to be gracious to you;
He rises to show you compassion.
For the Lord is a God of justice,
Blessed are all who wait for him!”

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Dec 042012
 

I learned something about myself this week: when it comes to not having control of my body – whether it be weight, body shape or the health of it – it is really hard for me to trust the Lord.

The Lord has absolutely been healing my mind and changing the way I see my body by giving me His eyes.  But when all control of my body is stripped away, I struggle.

Over the past few months, I’ve been having some health issues.  Nothing overwhelmingly major, but frustrating and inconvenient nonetheless.  I’m on a special diet to ease symptoms (which is another post – so overwhelming!), I’m completely fearful of any further doctors visits, and I’m at times discouraged how it affects my quality of life with my family.

This past week I began feeling a little more desperate for healing and a little more anxious that something more might be wrong with my body.

My husband could sense my discouragement, confusion and suffocating fear.  He lovingly sent me off to exercise with no pressure to figure out dinner or put the kids to bed.

As I began sweating out my anxieties, the flood gates opened and I began weeping hot, desperate tears.

And I recognized this scene was very familiar to me.

At one time, I was desperate for healing from my eating disorder.  At another time, I was desperate for healing from pre-cancerous cells in my body.  Both times, my faith was small, limited and brittle.  Both times, I was sent spiraling out of control – to the point of depression each time.  Because I thought my God wasn’t as big as the threatened illnesses.

“For you, Lord, have delivered me from death,
my eyes from tears,
my feet from stumbling,
that I may walk before the Lord
in the land of the living.” 
Psalm 116:8-9

I realize when it comes to my body, I want control.  I want to dictate what it looks like, feels like and how it even functions.  This is the area of my life where my hands are in a white-knuckling grip.  And I know God is pleading me to give it to Him.

I climbed off the elliptical machine and laid flat on my back on the floor.  I laid my arms out, palms facing up toward heaven and I prayed.

I prayed a prayer of release.  For the ability to let go of the control and simply trust Jesus.  For my faith to increase.  For the Lord to help me with my unbelief: He is able, He is good, He is in control.  For the ability to learn from this.  For Him to be glorified through this.  For another chance to experience His peace amidst a storm.

“Abba, Father,” he said, “everything is possible for you.  Take this cup from me.  Yet not what I will, but what you will.”  Mark 14:36

I have been praying this open palmed prayer all week.  With hands literally open to Him.   Before I get out of bed each morning, when I feel the anxieties arising during my day and again as I lay in bed each night.

I know I’m not alone in this.  I am so thankful for my husband and all the girlfriends who have encouraged me this week and reminded me of the Lord’s faithfulness.  One of my girlfriends shared the “coffee corner” verse with me and I’ve been meditating on it all week:

“The Lord Almighty has sworn,
‘Surely, as I have planned, so it will be,
and as I have purposed, so it will happen’.”  Isaiah 14:24

Are you having to trust the Lord with something that is not in your control?  How are you releasing your grip and keeping open palms?

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Nov 282012
 

When the economy first dropped in 2008, my life literally changed over night.

We are a single income, self-employed family.  Within 48 hours, I went from not worrying about money at all, to being overly consumed with worry and fears.

Over the course of the next 12 months, we were forced to spend our savings and make some seriously tough choices. It was a scary time.

My earth was shaken. I went through a period of being angry with God. Wondering why He would allow this to happen.

It wasn’t until then that I realized I was under the assumption that since I was a Christian, life would be easy. I was wrong. Life is difficult, whether you are a Christian or not.

During that time I learned what it meant to truly live out my faith.

When life is good and things are going well, it is easy to say that God is good and that you trust Him. My eyes were opened to the reality that I believed IN God, but didn’t believe Him. My worry was a testament to the fact that I didn’t believe that God would provide.

I became aware of how much I valued earthly possessions. Earthly things were providing temporary fulfillment. I was not seeking Christ as my joy.

After living in fear and worry, I decided that something HAD to change. It wasn’t good for me and it was taking a toll on my relationships.

I am grateful the experience is over, but also grateful for what I learned.

How I cultivated a thankful heart:

I looked through Scripture searching for God’s promises.

I prayed even more.

I wrote down my blessings.

I forced myself to shift my mind from earthly concerns to heavenly things. Giving thanks to God for all that I still had.

When my mind would start to cycle through worries I would think about my blessings. A miracle truly does happen! I went from having an anxiously yucky day, to a day filled with peace and joy. And all it took was to think about all that I have.

I memorized Scriptures and recalled them in times of worry and fear. This helped me mentally to shift my focus to God’s promises and away from myself.

I discovered that having a grateful heart was something that I needed to learn. In my humanness, being truly grateful didn’t come naturally. In fact Paul wrote to the Philippians “…for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstance.” Philippians 4:10 (emphasis added).

I tried to slow down and look around. Taking the time to notice all that was around me helped me to see how much was God providing.

Based on the Scripture Matthew 6:25-34, I started to tell myself each day “Today you are ok. Today the lights are on. Today you have food to eat.” This helped me to not worry about the next day and to focus on the blessings of the present day. Out of this I soon realized that months, even years had gone by and God had fulfilled His promises.

The Scriptures that I held onto during that time and still use often:

Proverbs 3:5-6

2 Timothy 1:7

Philippians 4:6

Matthew 6:25-34

Having a grateful heart is a gift. It may not be easy, especially during difficult circumstances but if you allow God to transform you, you will be amazed by what He can do. 

How have you learned to be content in all circumstances?

 

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