Manna From Heaven
This year like many others I started the bible in a year program from Ascension Press with Father Mike Schmitz. (https://media.ascensionpress.com/category/ascension-podcasts/bibleinayear/) To be honest I started and stopped a few times, until I fully committed, so I am still going through it. I cannot say enough great things about it and would recommend it to anyone.
As we journeyed with Moses and the Israelites through the wilderness, I noticed a recurring theme. The Israelites were freed from slavery in Egypt. They journeyed through the desert because God wanted to change their slave mentality and help them to see Yahweh-yireh; God provider.
Every day they would see a pillar of fire lead the way. They would see a great cloud in the tent of meeting on the days they were to stay put. Can you imagine seeing palpable proof that God was truly present and leading you? I noticed a recurring theme as they wandered through the desert. Every time things became difficult, they would grumble, and the grumbling would sound like this- why did God bring us out here? – we rather be in Egypt where we were slaves. They complained about everything- especially the manna, literal bread from heaven provided daily. Yes, I am sure that anyone would tire of the same thing every day- but did you ever stop and wonder Why would a God who could command manna to fall from heaven and is the creator of everything- why would God only send manna?
Before I can tackle that question let me tell you a little about my struggle. When I was wandering lost in the world of sin God saved me and led me to His heart. Here every day I would go to Mass and commune with Him. I would meet His mother daily in the rosary, I spent time with Jesus in prayer, I surrounded myself with His saints and learned as much as I could from them. This was a process, not overnight but what I learned was that every time life happened, I had two choices- I could seek God or I could yearn to escape to my Egypt. For each of us Egypt – the land of our slavery is different. Alcohol? Drugs? Stress eating? Gossiping? Gambling? What is your Egypt? What did God deliver you from- that when the going gets tough we longingly look back there and wish to escape to? Many times, I chose wrong, but the Good Shepherd lovingly sought out His lost lamb and brought her back home. After a while though, I started to appreciate my manna moments- Mass, the rosary, my quiet times with Jesus. These moments were the ones that I could rely on and the ones that made me strong. Eventually Egypt just didn’t satisfy, even thoughts of Egypt lost their appeal, and when the going got tough the tough sought manna!
The reason we can take manna for granted is that it can become part of our daily lives- but that is the purpose of manna. To become such a part of us that we know- rain or shine, it is there and that if we can rely on this grace from God- how much more can we rely on God Himself? Many times, the extraordinary is hidden in the ordinary. Manna is where we learn to walk with God, to rely on Him, to turn to Him and to trust in Him.
So, what is your manna?
As we start our Lenten journey in the desert- what are we walking away from? Who are we walking towards? May God provide not only manna but also show us the way. May we realize that He walks with us always and may we become attentive to Him and where He is leading us. And may we come to thank God for the manna!
A King’s Secret
“A king’s secret it is prudent to keep, but the works of God are to be declared and made known” Tobit 12v7
This is a biblical verse I have carried around for many years. When I first read it, I literally stopped and let it settle in my heart. It is what compels me to share my faith-even (especially) when I’d rather stay silent. This verse is what motivates my blog and is why today I am sharing a testimony.
Lectio Divina- Many of us are familiar with this way of praying the bible, It’s a meditative way of reading the Bible in which we let go of our own agendas and open ourselves to what God is trying to say to us. For those who are new to this-here is a quick intro to Lectio Divina
- Reading. Read a passage slowly and carefully within the bible. …
- Meditation. Read the passage again, thinking deeply or dwelling upon a spiritual reality within a text. …
- Prayer. Having a loving conversation with God.
- Contemplation. Resting in God’s presence.
- Action. Go and do likewise
Earlier this year I was introduced to Lectio Divina in a zoom class I was taking through Encounter School of Ministry (https://encounterschool.org/) The verse we were given was Matthew 8 5-11 The healing of the Centurian’s servant.
When he entered Capernaum, a centurion approached him and appealed to him, saying, “Lord, my servant is lying at home paralyzed, suffering dreadfully. “He said to him, “I will come and cure him.” The centurion said in reply, “Lord, I am not worthy to have you enter under my roof; only say the word and my servant will be healed. For I too am a person subject to authority, with soldiers subject to me. And I say to one, ‘Go,’ and he goes; and to another, ‘Come here,’ and he comes; and to my slave, ‘Do this,’ and he does it.” When Jesus heard this, he was amazed and said to those following him, “Amen, I say to you, in no one in Israel have I found such faith. I say to you, many will come from the east and the west, and will recline with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob at the banquet in the kingdom of heaven.
I immediately became excited because at every Mass when we pray-Lord, I am not worthy that you should enter under my roof, but only say the word and my soul shall be healed, I pray under my breath- “send your word to my children as well and meet them on their road to Emaus” Like most parents today, I worry over my children’s faith journey. A few of my kids no longer attend Mass. So being assigned this reading for our group, I felt like God was winking at me. He was, but not how I expected. Our group leader read the scripture three times- the first time we were to just receive it, the second time we were to ask God what part of the scripture He wanted us to rest at. The third time we read the scripture we were to ask God what message He had for us.
The second time we read the scripture I wanted to rest at “Lord I am not worthy that…” but I felt the spirit saying no, not there keep going, I was surprised but kept going “send your word” no, not there either- the fruit is further along. This is where I felt the Spirit say here- this is for you. “I say to you, many will come from the east and the west, and will recline with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob at the banquet in the kingdom of heaven.” I remember being surprised and then I scrunched up my nose and said there Lord? Are you sure? What could you possibly have to say to me in this verse?
Are you ready? I sure wasn’t. I felt that gentle voice within say google the phrase “many will come from the east and the west” and find where else it exists in the bible.
Before I go on-the reason I am sharing this with you is because when God feeds one of His children, He expects us to share. His promises are not just for a few but for all His children. So, parents who are reading this – this is for you as well! I want to make sure that when you read this you know that this wasn’t just for me- it’s for you too! This is what I found.
I read this over a few times and just felt God hug me through His loving words. My kids are His kids. He is more interested in their salvation than I am. In His time, He will lead them all home. My job is to stay steady in prayer and thanksgiving, all the while planting seeds of love and faith that He will bring in.
St Peter says in his letters to always be ready to share the reason for your hope. Jesus is my hope. The way that God shares His abundant graces and continuously reassures us and feeds us demonstrates His love in a tangible way. I may not be able to touch it, but I can surely feel it in my soul.
I hope this testimony lifts you up as much as it did me. Anytime I read a testimony, I see it as food for the journey. It sustains us as we walk towards heaven.
Jesus the Gardener?
As we round up September and the meager harvest of my garden I am reminded of when Mary Magdalen was weeping at Jesus’ tomb. Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you looking for?”h She thought it was the gardener and said to him, “Sir, if you carried him away, tell me where you laid him, and I will take him” John 20 v 15
I was always perplexed as to why Mary Magdalene would assume Jesus was a gardener. Some theologians surmise that gardeners of that time wore white and as Jesus was wearing white, she made the logical conclusion. Others say it’s because He is the new Adam. When I moved to my house, I learned to look for Jesus in the garden. So many lessons can be found if we take the time to look. Here are a few of my favorites.
Want to grow- you need to prune. I would often look at my neighbor’s abundant flower baskets and wonder why mine looked skimpy compared to hers. When I asked her, I heard the opposite of what I expected. If you want to grow first cut, cut, cut! Her secret was to cut back the dead flowers – this encouraged the flowers to grow more. I thought of how in my life I start to grow messy and out of sorts and then feel overwhelmed – that’s the time to sit back and think what isn’t growing or producing fruit in my life? What do I need to cut back? While this can sometimes be a painful process, I can say that when I have done it in my life- entrusting the shears to Jesus my gentle gardener- it has helped me to grow in other areas.
I am the vine you are the branches” john 15v5. This image came to life for me this summer when I watched my cucumbers grow. Cucumbers grow on a vine, and you guessed it there are branches involved. I noticed something very curious when I took a good look. The vine keeps going, it puts out branches which are tiny tendrils that wrap around any given object (fence, stake) and take hold. Where the branches take hold, the vine produces fruit. As I sat there, I realized what Jesus meant- He is the vine- the vine keeps going, it keeps growing and giving life, but the job of the branches (there’s never just one) is to hold an area for the vine, and there allow the vine to produce fruit. That’s us! As Christians we are called to disciple the world, to hold our ground- to stand firm so that God can produce fruit through us. This is how we do it- by remaining connected to Him. Where am I to do this? Everywhere- St Peter says always be prepared to give a reason for your faith. Where is God calling you to spread out, where does He desire to grow fruit through you? How is He asking you to feed His church? Not just in the parish, at work, at home, in the gym all of these are places that we can stand firm in our faith and let God be God.
There was a time in my life I was in so much pain that I just wanted to give up. Life wasn’t meant to be so difficult. What helped me get through was a parable from Luke 13 6-9. Here the owner of the garden comes in search of fruit- finding none he tells the gardener to take down the tree. I love what the gardener suggests- “Sir, leave it for this year also, and I shall cultivate the ground around it and fertilize it” Sometimes we need to cultivate the soil we are planted in and give it nourishment. I stopped watching tv all day and doing mindless things that filled my time but left me empty. I started to fill my days spending time with my gardener- His words and love were able to help me take my mind off my sad state and focus on what was truly important. This is what got me through. Knowing that He was tending to me- That His word was nourishing me. I went to daily Mass, Adoration, I played Christian music all the time and listened to uplifting preachings on YouTube until I was strong enough to produce fruit again. We need to fertilize the soil we are in- what surrounds us? What are we feeding our spirit? What we plant is what we grow.
As October starts and many gardens are being put to bed for the fall, know that our Gardener never sleeps- He is always at work, breaking down the unused and bringing life to it preparing for your next harvest.
Under the Shadow of the Most High
One day I was speaking with someone about their first visit to a therapist. I jokingly said I bet they blamed it all on your mom. He smiled and said what I least expected to hear. “Some of it is.” You see this surprised me because I know his mom and she is a good person- so anything negative about her was a shock. Then he clarified it. You see she was so good that he never felt that he could live up to that level of goodness. He almost didn’t feel like trying. He told me she always encouraged him and helped him to see the good in himself, reminding him that he was at the beginning of his faith journey, and that it had taken her many years and falls to get to where she was- but he always felt little in comparison to her.
This hurt my heart, and I thought of my early relationship with God. All I could hear was the beginning of Psalm 91 “Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.”
Have you ever contemplated the goodness of God? I mean really looked at the whole picture, His faithfulness, His patience, His radical love for us that while we were still sinners and lost in this world, He chose to die for us? Sometimes it can be a bit overwhelming. Years ago, I didn’t realize I was supposed to rest in His shadow, that I was supposed to find comfort and security in it. I just felt smothered by it. God was so good, how was I ever supposed to get to that level, let alone be in a state of grace where I could approach Him. Almost not worth trying. The age-old question is how can a God who is so good want to associate with someone who is not?
Leviticus 19:2 Speak to the entire assembly of Israel and say to them: ‘Be holy because I, the Lord your God, am holy.
We all know we were made in His likeness and image; this includes holiness. But this word holiness has been a stumbling block for many of us. Who can really be holy? What does that entail? How many things do I need to give up? To hear my confirmation students speak of it- holiness sounds like kryptonite. Something to keep at arm’s length and that only a select few can handle.
If we can look back to our own conversion story, we can see clearly what we didn’t back then- how God continued to approach and call us, and how He finally was able to draw us to Himself. God was looking for us when we were still lost in sin. He is continuously approaching us, and we keep running away saying like the lepers in the old testament – “stay away, unclean” The fact is that a perfect God who can dwell anywhere, chooses to live in us.
Thoughts like, I will never be good enough, how can He love me? and I will never be worthy- come from the evil one. Satan’s goal is to make us think that we are hypocrites and dirty and should never approach God, let alone think that God wants to approach us.
The truth is that God is not human, He is Love. His holiness should be something to aspire to and should draw us nearer not set us apart. The God I know isn’t sitting back with a list and checking it off. He is merciful and patient. What I have found is that the closer I draw near, the more I love Him. The more I love Him the more He helps me to get over my imperfections. It is not an overnight change but like any good relationship it takes time and fidelity.
After some reflection I went back to my friend and told him my thoughts. How he needed a new perspective. His mother’s goodness should not be something that makes him feel small- it should make him proud, empower him and give him hope. He was her son and had so many of her qualities. Looking at my relationship with God- His holiness makes me proud to be His daughter and empowers me because His Holy Spirit dwells within me and makes all things possible; this is life giving hope. I pray that you also can be drawn closer to Him and that His graces can be abundant in your life, and that you too can dwell in the shadow of the Most High.
A Shoulder to Stand On
When I was a kid my dad would carry me around on his shoulders, literally and figuratively. In a literal sense I can remember sitting on his shoulders and seeing the world from a perspective that my short legs denied me. I was always amazed at what I could see. Perspective was everything. In a figurative sense he carried me in my spiritual life. My dad had a third-grade education and could never aspire to a degree in theology- but it was his dream so he read everything he could get his hands on. I of course had no idea of this as a child, but boy did, I benefit from it. I remember sitting in the car on long drives and asking all sorts of questions about God and our faith. His answers helped to shape my faith and my thirst for God. He once told me that my questions made him read more since he always wanted to be prepared.
Funny how God works. I would never have guessed that all the effort my dad put into his own spiritual growth would propel me forward in mine. But God is like that. What I start for myself, He finds a use for in others. My siblings and I still call my dad who is 92 to ask him questions when we need direction. It’s like standing on his shoulders allows us to see over the obstacles and hurdles of life and see the world through this new perspective. A perspective always tinged with the love and grace of God.
Did I ever tell you that I am the youngest of 9? Yes, your eyes do not deceive you 9. Raising 9 kids is not the easiest thing in the world- I have 4 kids and think I am in line for canonization, and I am not even dead yet. Raising 9 kids, in a country where you don’t understand the language and can’t afford the dreams you have for your kids, well that is an uphill battle. How did he do it?
Prayer. prayer and you guessed it more prayer. My dad woke up every morning before work and prayed, and at night he made sure we all prayed the rosary together, before bed I could hear him praying again and I’m sure that there were a few more prayers snuck in between as well. I remember that when he started his own company and set his own hours, his workday started after daily Mass. After seeing this go on for years, I asked him why? If it was a routine he couldn’t let go of, or if there was a purpose to all of it. His answer was that when you find the love of your life, you strive to spend every moment you can with them. Jesus was that faithful friend who He visited every day. He told me that at his most stressful moments he was sure Jesus would return the visit and bring him the peace he needed.
In a way we all stand on the shoulders of giants, people who in small or big ways have helped us to see the truth and helped to set us on the right path. We hopefully have been the shoulders others have stood on to get a glimpse of the love and peace that await them when they walk with God. My favorite giant is the bible. The living word of God is the solid foundation we can stand on when our world is shifting like sand beneath out feet.
Here’s to all the shoulders we have stood on, may they be blessed in seeing the heights they have helped us achieve.
Hello May
May is easily my favorite month of the year. Spring is well on its way and flowers and trees are blooming. The world after a dreary and silent winter seems to be rejoicing. As I was driving through my neighborhood thanking God for all the flowers in bloom, God reminded me that all of this started in the quiet place.
It was the quiet of winter that produced the beauty of spring. I want to write to all you beautiful quiet souls. The ones who receive God’s word and bury it deep within their hearts, nourishing it and transforming it into abundant fruit that in their own way they feed the world with. I was speaking with a new friend who said she didn’t do anything big, she preferred to remain in the background. I was so touched by her simplicity and had to remind her that in her quiet nourishing way she did more than those who God called to be in the forefront.
The quiet place is not a place that many of us can linger, but it is the place where the most growth happens. I have a sister that became a prayer warrior in the quiet place. I always tell her that rockets are made underground. They are not made in plain sight, being hidden away allows for the creation of something that is simultaneously surprising and enormous. She was rebuilt in the quiet place. Now she impacts us all by daily shining God’s light on us and reminding us of His love.
Jesus’ resurrection took place in the quiet place. In the darkness of a tomb, God chose to show us the power to be had in the quiet place. Not all of us can sit by the quiet tomb, waiting patiently to see God’s handiwork. To those of you who do, know how vital you are for the growth that happens all around you.
I heard a story this weekend that illustrates you best. Back in early England before electricity lit the nighttime sky, there were Lamplighters. It was someone’s job to go around at dusk and light the lamp posts. The interesting thing is that the lamplighter always walks forward into the darkness and never into the light they are leaving behind. Always lighting and moving forward, they don’t perceive all the light, safety and peace they create as they cross countless towns ensuring that the darkness cannot overtake the light.
This is what we are all called to. To be lamplighters. In heaven we will get to see the light we left behind but here let us persist in our walk and know that the light we share is not our own.
When was the last time we allowed ourselves to be quiet? To not jump in with the answer? To let someone else’s light shine greater than ours? To all you quiet souls. Thank you for teaching us the power of the tomb.
Meditations From the Foot of the Cross Day 3
Dear … I wish I could call you friend; I don’t know what to call you, so I’ll start another way.
Hello
I did something I regret through eternity. But what I regret the most may surprise you.
I was the one who betrayed Him. I thought He was going too far and instead of walking away I betrayed Him and made some money for my troubles. Who is this man they call the King of the Jews? This was too much for me to bear- for I did not know Him as a king but as a friend.
Have you ever wished you could take a moment back? This moment becomes what defines who you are in the eyes of the world. We know we are so much more than that one moment. One mistake doesn’t make up all of who I am.
I was there when He fed the 5,000. I was there when He healed the blind, and the leppers and the lame, and performed more miracles that I can count. I heard all His talks. Every word He uttered. Oh, if you could only have seen the things my eyes and ears beheld. People held me in high esteem because of Him. When He sent us out and believed that we could do what He did I was humbled, but then something changed. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus that’s all I ever heard. No one called my name unless they were asking for access to Him. I could also heal; He shared that gift with me. But no one came looking for me just Him. I felt small and knew that with Him around I always would. Satan can confuse us like that, slip lies into our heads that shift the focus from what’s important to what’s insignificant. I fell for the lie. Jesus knew I did, the last time we ate together when He consecrated bread and wine and fed me His own body, He knew. That night He still washed my feet, knowing I had betrayed Him and was just biding my time to seal the deal. He fed me and prayed with me.
Have you ever wished you could take a moment back? I tried to, after I saw the cost of my betrayal. What did 30 pieces of silver buy? The violent beating of my beloved friend. Accusations against Him that were made up. His crucifixion. An innocent man, I was the cause of this. I caused all this pain. I saw His mother’s tears and I hid.
You would think that this is my greatest regret. It actually isn’t. My greatest regret is forgetting His words. Forgetting that He spoke of love and forgiveness. That He would forgive me, if I had only asked it of Him. If He told us to forgive 70×7 times how many more times would He forgive me. Do not squander your chances as I did. Seek Him out. You are redeemable. That is the purpose of the cross, to pay the price we cannot pay. Come back to Him.
Wherever you are in life, what ever lie you have believed, you are loved by Him. Your sin doesn’t change how He sees you but how you see yourself. Come back to Him, repent and know that He listens and loves.
Be blessed and encouraged,
Judas
Meditations From the Foot of the Cross Day 2
For Holy Week I wrote some meditations from the perspective of those who were there. Every day I will release a new one and I hope you are all blessed by them and led to the foot of the cross. Earlier this month I wrote from the perspective of Mary, if you missed it you can find it here https://findinggodintheeveryday.com/2022/03/07/my-son-is-yours/. Yesterday I wrote from Peter’s perspective, if you missed it you can find it here https://findinggodintheeveryday.com/2022/04/11/meditations-from-the-foot-of-the-cross/
Dear heartbroken friend,
There was a day that I would love to forget. I am sure you have had your share as well. I thought I had one job, to be a support to a friend whose son was dying. I walked with her and held her hand, wiped her tears and heard all she was trying to keep hidden in her heart. Turns out she did all that for me too. Have you ever walked with a friend who was suffering? You watch as they try to be strong in the middle of their storm. You realize at one point that you are suffering too. That watching them is tearing your heart in two. You realize that you love them and what hurts them hurts you too.
But love has a capacity that cannot be measured. It is in those darkest moments that you find that love is greater than you can imagine. I was there when the sun refused to shine. I longed to return home and erase what I had seen and see no more of the worst this world had to offer. How was it possible for anyone to laugh when someone was being treated so cruelly? This was someone’s son. A beloved friend, my savior. I realized that day, that there could only be one savior- I was called to be a witness.
A witness does two things, first a witness sees all that is transpiring. And second a witness repeats what they have seen. At the foot of the cross I saw a Saviors love poured out patiently for all of us. I also saw the courage of a mother whose heart was pierced in two, knowing that her yes had led to this and also knowing that her yes would lead to more. Sometimes we want to be saviors and feel frustrated when we can’t right the wrongs or heal the broken. It is in those moments that I remember the day at the cross and while I wanted to stop all that was happening, I knew that I wasn’t called to be a savior- we only have one of those. I was called to be a witness.
You are called to be a witness. To stand and shine light in the midst of darkness. To share love and encouragement with those entrusted to you and to lean on the cross and gather strength to share with others. As Christians when we witness, we bring Jesus into the situation; whatever it may be. Today, be a witness. Let God’s redeeming light shine through you and light the world on fire with His love.
Be blessed and encouraged,
Mary M.
Meditations from the Foot of the Cross
For Holy Week I wrote some meditations from the perspective of those who were there. Every day I will release a new one and I hope you are all blessed by them and led to the foot of the cross. Earlier this month I wrote from the perspective of Mary, if you missed it you can find it here https://findinggodintheeveryday.com/2022/03/07/my-son-is-yours/
Dear friend
Have you ever dropped the ball? Have you ever felt you disappointed someone you loved dearly? I felt the whole world collapse around me one day. I had promised to be faithful to stand by His side and then in a moment of panic I caved. The world was stronger than I was. I was surrounded by the ugliness of a mob, calling for the blood of my friend, and while I tried to be strong, to be His support I found that He was the strong one and that I wasn’t.
Please do not let those moments of weakness hold you back. It was at that moment that I realized that I was walking with God, but I wasn’t God. God already knew I would fall, He himself predicted it but my pride denied it. Sometimes when we betray a friend, we feel like we can never go back to where we were. But I’m here to tell you that there is always hope. Dear friend, my friend forgave me. We are all forgivable. Even before I failed, He knew it, warned me and loved me anyway. That very night He washed my feet. He fed me and entrusted to me the feeding of others. Yet I failed.
Don’t focus on the failed moments of our lives. That’s where most of us want to live. When we sit in our failure, we can miss the whole meaning of redemption. When I look at the cross, I see that He knew and loving me still He made a way back for me. It is up to me to take up this very generous offer of love poured out. The crime isn’t in failing. The true crime is letting His sacrifice for me sit there waiting on a cross. My dear friend, when I look at the cross, I see an infinite number of reasons for me to return to Him. I see an infinite number of expressions of love. This is what His love did for me. What do I return to that love? I return to it even though I have fallen, even if it is an infinite number of times. It is that love that calls me and paying the price sets me free to come to Him.
Be blessed and encouraged,
My Son Is Yours
Dear mom or dad,
I too was a young mom who saw how my beloved child was abused by this world. He was so perfect. He grew in grace and when I tell you He was perfect, He truly was. I remember his little laugh as a baby. Do you remember your child’s laugh? How the silliest things would just have them start laughing and it was infectious because you couldn’t help but laugh too. When your little one is growing, they don’t realize that you are growing as a parent too. So many times, I questioned myself and wondered am I doing this right. How many times did you pray that this little one entrusted to you would be ok? Every night I prayed that He would be ok, that I would be ok, that the world around us would be gentle to this beautiful gift I was presenting it with. When your little one isn’t little anymore and they leave home, you try to be strong for them while you are breaking on the inside. I know what you are feeling, or if you aren’t there yet, I know you dread the day.
One day He left home, and the boy I prepared for the world, would change the world. You feel that sometimes too. You see your child and wonder how is this one going to change the world? You pray each day that the promise that God spoke over them will come to fruition. You also pray that the cruelty of the world doesn’t change your child. I know. I was there when they beat Him, when the beautiful face I kissed each night became a distorted mask I didn’t recognize. The world can do that to our kids. His was a physical distortion, sometimes the distortion the world applies to our children is interior and we ask- who is this?
You are not alone. I too stood by and watched helplessly. The world returned His lifeless body to me bloodied and abused. They hurled lies at Him and treated so cruelly that beautiful child I shared with them. You are not alone when you watch your little one suffer and you wish you could take their place. You are not alone when you can’t see through the tears in your eyes, and you sit back and question every decision you ever made. I too wondered if this price was too high for Him to pay, and if anyone would ever appreciate all of it.
You are not alone when you pray and entrust it all to God. When you want to hold on tight but let go and know that “in all things God works for the good.” You are not alone when you speak blessings over your child as the world speaks condemnation. Do not give up hope. I watched at the cross, and knew God had a plan. While I may not have understood it fully, I knew that in the end, God would through this sacrifice bring salvation. I repeat, DO NOT GIVE UP HOPE. Entrust your child to God, know that your child is God’s child and that He loves him more than you do. Some of us get to see the results in this lifetime, some of us like me in the next. But know with every fiber of your being that your prayers are not going unanswered. That you do not fight alone and that I too am a mother that understands and is with you.
Finding God In The Everyday 