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My Faith

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Today I heard a sermon that I needed to hear!

In the past few months my faith has taken a back seat. As I listened to the pastor at my GR church, I realized that I have let the devil take over my life in some areas. Most importantly my faith. My faith was beginning to take a downward turn. My outlook was getting dimmer and less optimistic. All because my faith had lost it’s voice.

I never understood just how much my church meant to my faith building. Being in the presence of believers with strong faith and charismatic praise has had a huge impact on me, especially during the first months after Brittany’s death. It was how I made it through every minute of every day. I surrounded myself with my fellow church members.

Now I’m in a new church – possibily looking for someplace else, but sorely lacking that support. Without that support, the devil has crept back in like the snake he is, and took advantage of my current circumstances.

This is what I was reminded of and believe I must do to receive healing:

Faith must have a voice!

Mark 11:23 “…whoever says to this mountain, be lifted up and thrown into the sea! and does not doubt at all in his heart but believes that what he says will take place. it will be done for him.”

Believe

Mark 11:24 “For this reason I am telling you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe (trust and be confident) that it is granted to you, and you will receive it.”

Forgive

Mark 11:25 “…if you have anything against anyone, forgive him and let it drop, in order for that your Father who is in heaven may also forgive you.”

Mark 11:22-26 is such an important passage for me and for anyone going through a tough time. I have looked the other way for too long and must get back on track. My life depends on it.

I am praying that God will help me to get back on tract so that I can live a balanced, victorious life.

until next time,

m

The Complexities of Life

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I see no solution
yet, I am hopeful.

Things aren’t always
what they seem, but
that doesn’t mean
they can’t be overcome.

It seems the people who
you believed to be true,
someone who took your
heart and comforted it once,
really only wanted to use
it for their own – not thinking
how much pain it would cause.

Now, my faith in love is gone.
Sorrow fills my heart which
sings songs of saddess. And yet,
that someone doesn’t see it.

Time is suppose to heal – but
it just keeps renewing the pain,
never ending, soul-wrenching,
saddness. It can be all consuming.

I choose most of the time to
ignore it, breathe through it – just
keeping it away. Hoping one day
not to think of it for 24 hours.

Yet it continues….never ending. Harder
to bounce back each time. Harder to
believe that it will ever stop hurting so much.

Now, I see a chance to move on, yet
the fear is all encompassing. Dare I escape
the darkness of my heart and break free from
this sea of pain. It’s so hard. So tiring.

Each time I lose a little more energy,
a little more faith and most of all
a little more of my own self.

Then God speaks to me and says “he loves me” and I am his. He made me to achieve great things. I am strong and I will accomplish much. But not because of I am loved by a man, but because I am loved by God. He who sustains me. It is a constant work – but I am worth it!

Deep stuff for a Thursday night – but my soul needed purging! – Image

 

until later,

Mercedes