Who knew there was that much to unpack? (I know, God did)
"It's Good to Be Queen" a study on the Queen of Sheba. I'm truly thankful for Liz Curtis Higgs for putting together the book, videos and emails. I am doing an on-line Bible Study this Fall because I wasn't sure if I could make it to a study after watching a newborn again. Check out our updated web site at and if you are led to pray for the interception of girls and boys being trafficked out of Nepal, India and Bangladesh, purchase a bracelet. I continue to work for Tiny Hands International sending out One Girl Prayer Bracelets. So I've been waiting for something, anything to write about. Not sure if we dreamed a calling to there or truly "heard" God's words. I'm still doing some with DuoLingo, but its not the same as having a person to correct my pronunciation and sentence structures. When August finally arrived, our maestra (teacher) felt she was too busy with her new responsibilities at her real job. In the mean time, we had taken a break with our formal Spanish tutoring for July. I have been on "maternity leave" from my paid nanny job, but have been enjoying seeing my gkids (all 5 that are in town) more often. He came on the 17th of July and his sisters ADORE him. Oscar is our 14th grandchild, 6th of the male kind.
Then I felt like Job, though I wasn't covered with sores, and my family is alive, and we still have a home to live in.īut Job's words were pointed out just then in my devotional reading: The trials, mostly physical, hit and hit hard. I would continue daily.Īnd things got HARDER. So I decided I would pray THROUGH the trials.
#Whisperings trial#
And stress breeds nerves and nerves turn into The Pain.īut if I just dropped the request they seemed to fall back into worldly ways once the present trial was over. You see it is very hard for the FM Gma to listen to the difficulties in her family. I decided that maybe the answers weren't coming through because I would STOP praying when it got too much. So this summer I determined that I would NOT stop praying. Nothing seemed to "stick." No permanent answers. Then I would feel the burden growing and I would have to give it to God. This past year or so I realized that every time I prayed for my family I would get a phone call of lament from the one I prayed for. I know that a person must be brought low, really low, with all things gone and nothing left to cling to, before they can see that its only up that they can look. Has this ever happened to you? Have you felt burdened to pray AND guilty for doing it all in the same breath?
(This comes when you have gkids in college and in the nursery.) Pray for the gkids and I'd hear that they were flunking out or partying too much. Pray for their marriages and I would soon be hearing how hurt they felt. I would pray for wisdom and they would have BIG decisions to make. But as they became adults themselves, it seemed that whenever I prayed for them hard things would drop on to the path they walk. I have prayed often for my daughters as they grew and matured and went out on their own or with a hubby. I have been burdened of late to pray for the salvation of all these grandkids, for my family. You may get to read this, or it may just stay on my draft file. Those praises said, I'm going to ponder a little about the thing on my heart.
60! I deleted a number of blurry and crazy ones. (Those last two are some of 60 pics I found on my phone that my Big Sis took on her own one day.
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