Recently we were inundated with a lot of rain. As a result the entrance to our neighborhood flooded. Or you could say the “Faith Pond” arrived. As you can see in the photo the street was most definitely under water. If you had a truck you could with care get through the pond. If you drove an SUV or something smaller, not such a good idea to attempt. Although, I witnessed one person actually make it through there. Me? I wasn’t willing to attempt it and risk something happening to our car. I went home, called my boss and explained the situation. I said I would attempt it later on hoping that the waters would recede. One of my concerns had been that even if I did manage to get out of the neighborhood, with all the rain we were having, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get back in. When I went back out a few hours later the pond looked worse than the first time and there was an SUV stalled in the water so I turned around and went back home and let my boss (who happens to be our pastor since I work at our church) know I wasn’t going to make it to work. He said he understood and when I asked him to agree with me in prayer that the waters would recede he did. Later that evening I sent my sister the above photo and asked her to also pray that the waters would recede by morning. I prayed and asked that the road would be clear of all water by morning so that those of us who didn’t drive trucks would be able to get out. We had another heavy rain that night around midnight and at first I said, “okay so if most of the water would be gone by morning that would be fine”. Then I stopped and said “no I asked for the road to be clear of water and I’m believing for the road to be clear”.
This was the beautiful sight the following morning on my way out of the neighborhood as I was headed to work! Praise God for answered prayer!
It felt strange being isolated from the rest of the county. You could hear the traffic as people went about their daily business. While for those who were stranded, life paused. Thinking about that day and all the heavy rains we’ve recently encountered, I was reminded of God’s promise never to flood the earth again.
Thus I establish My covenant with you: Never again shall all flesh be cut off by the waters of the flood; never again shall there be a flood to destroy the earth.
Just as I was reminded of God’s promise, I thought about how He answers prayer.
Again I say to you that if two of you agree on earth concerning anything that they ask, it will be done for them by My Father in heaven.
And whatever things you ask in prayer, believing, you will receive.
God answers prayers. You only need to believe. To expect. God bless!
Recently I was reading a book and came across a simple yet, to me, a profound statement: “Pay It Forward”. When was the last time you hit “pause” and took a moment to reflect on how you got to where you are? The people in your life that helped mold you into the person you are? Now, I realize that this may open a can of worms, maybe stir up bad memories for some. Maybe you think there is no way you are going down that path. I get that. I used to think of myself as a survivor and having survived no way would I go down that path again. But I came to realize that I am more than a survivor, I am an overcomer, and you can be one too. Consider this, every person that has ever crossed paths with you, has helped to shape you in some small way.
Never pay back evil for evil to anyone. Respect what is right in the sight of all men. If possible, so far as it depends on you, be at peace with all men.
It’s all over the news COVID-19, it’s reached pandemic level and you hear more and more about all the frightening details and possible outcomes. Businesses are closing earlier than normal, schools are closing their doors choosing to have the students stay home and take online classes in the hope of slowing down the spread of the virus.
Paper products, disinfectants, sanitizers, water, bread, even milk is becoming harder to find. I went shopping over the weekend and noticed the empty shelves where paper products once filled those empty places. I thought to myself how thankful I was that I had purchased those items the week before because we were almost out. People are afraid and hoarding stuff for fear of running out in case of being quarantined. Why? CHAOS, the enemy’s favorite past time. He picked a doozy this time around.
Imagine getting this card in the mail from your mother-in-law. When my husband started his own business years ago (which we have since sold) my mom sent him this card. It wasn’t his birthday, it wasn’t Christmas so what was the occasion? As he opened the card I heard him laugh a deep belly laugh and I wondered what on earth did she send him? Read on…
I love a good storm in the daytime when I can actually see it. Watching the skies turn from a beautiful bright day to darkening skies that makes it seem like night. Seeing tree branches bending and swaying in the wind and the rain that starts out lightly then comes down harder and harder until you can barely see out the window. And then its over and the bright sun comes out again and the day is beautiful once more. But a storm at night? Not so much. You can’t see a thing but you can hear it swirling around outside; hear the knocking of something against the door or side of the house making you wonder what is happening. You want to check it out but the noises leave you rooted in your spot. Its so dark out that you probably wouldn’t be able to see anything at all. You wonder if there may be damage to the house or a vehicle but until its light out you have no way to check for damage.