When Rest Feels Like a Prison Sentence {Link-up}

“Take the keys and go,” my husband said.

It wasn’t a question. From the time he’d walked in the door my tone had been short and snippy. He knew I’d had a long day and needed time to myself, even though I was insisting on cleaning up the dishes.

After stalling several times on my way out the door, I left. I played worship music in the car and talked to God about the things that were bothering me.

I didn’t take much time to listen. I didn’t pause to see whether he had an answer to my endless list of concerns and complaints.

But since our God is faithful and more patient than I deserve, he kept speaking.

One day in early February the weather was crazy warm. Spring warm. Our family went for a walk, and our five-year-old paused every five seconds to pick up rocks and sticks. He found his favorite bridge (a slat of wood) and hopped across, quite pleased with himself as he ran down the other side of the ravine.

Of course, I was trying to keep up the pace and burn some calories on the first nice day we’d had in weeks.

“Come on, Gabe! Bye, Gabe!”

“Wait for me!” he cried, running up from behind.

He was all dramatic but he knew we weren’t going to leave him. Within a few minutes, he was pausing again to explore.

I felt the cool breeze on my face and sensed that little nudge in my spirit.

You could learn from him, you know.

And it was true. I knew it. But was I willing to be taught?

They say knowledge is power, but is it really?

Knowledge may bring power, but wisdom comes when we’re willing to change.

For months I’d known what God wanted me to do: Rest. But I’d resisted. He wanted me to let someone else shoulder some of the load, but I wouldn’t open my mouth to ask for help.

I lived in a prison of my own self-sufficiency. Instead of receiving, I insisted on pouring out.

And pouring some more. But you can’t keep pouring from an empty cistern.

Even when I gave myself time to rest physically, I knew what I needed was spiritual. Soul nourishment. Time listening instead of talking. Time noticing his gifts instead of racing past them.

When we don’t see immediate fruit, we often think our time is wasted. But friends, time spent resting is not a waste.

Some of the most abundant fruit we produce will come after seasons of rest. Seasons when we’re willing to let someone else yield the harvest. When we’re willing to sit at the feet of Jesus instead of running ourselves ragged.

Fruit needs time to ripen before it is harvested. And the time God spends refining us is just as important as the time spent reaping the benefits.

If you feel called to a period of rest right now, do yourself a favor and take it. God will use it to teach you and mold you.

He may even show you some scenery you’ve been missing along the way.

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The Gifts We Miss in the Transition {Anchored Souls Series}

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Thank you to all the beautiful souls who joined us over the past few weeks for our Anchored Souls series. I loved seeing God stir and connect hearts in ways only He can. As we count down the final days until Christmas, I want to share with you how God moved in my heart as we faced a big transition of our own: the welcoming of our third child. In the midst of the sleepless nights and the healing, He showed up. He always does, when we’re willing to invite Him in.

The Gifts We Miss in the Transition

She entered this world screaming. Arms flailing, mouth open wide as the first taste of air entered her lungs, she grasped for something safe and familiar. The cold, metallic environment of the OR was no match for the warm cocoon she was pulled from, and she was mad.

She screamed for five minutes straight as the doctors prepared to close my incision. I laid on the operating table with my arms spread wide, waiting for them to bring her to me.

She quieted at the sound of my voice. I kissed her cheek and willed myself to lift my hands to her, but they were still numb and tingly. I kept my face turned toward her and took in the softness of her features, the curve of her nose and cheek until the nurse took her away.

I looked at the clock and watched the seconds tick while they sewed me up.

Later, as I lay in the hospital bed cradling my new daughter in my arms, the nurse told me her second night would be the worst. More crying. More fussiness. I remembered the sleepless nights with my boys and nodded.

In my groggy state, I thought about how we grow up but our behaviors don’t really change all that much, do they? I mean, we may not scream like a newborn but we all fight against the unfamiliar.

We long for the safe, warm cocoon we were torn from as infants, and when unexpected change comes, we struggle.

Over the next few weeks as I entered life with our third child, I became like my crying infant. My body was healing, but I fought those who tried to help me. We stayed home during the first few weeks to protect our newborn from germs, and I complained about the holiday celebrations we were missing.

Images of Christmas fun on Facebook invoked jealousy. Even when I was tired and running on fumes, I thought about how it was the first year I couldn’t make our annual trip to the tree farm.

One night as I sat in the rocker nursing our sweet daughter, I felt God whisper, “You’re missing it.”

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I didn’t even have to ask what he meant. I already knew. I breathed in the soft scent of her and felt my body relax and little. She smelled like Dreft and baby powder. Her hair felt like silk.

This was the last child I would birth. I could focus on what I was missing, but then I would miss her.

Her first smiles and coos. Those big eyes that looked up at me in the wee hours of the night.

When we fight through the transitions of life, we miss the blessing God is giving in the midst of it.

We miss the joy and the sweetness. We focus so much on what we’re missing that we don’t see the gift right in front of us.

As much as I hate to admit it, most holidays I’m struggling under the weight of other people’s expectations. The presents, the cards, the travel- it all adds up to someone’s hurt feelings or disappointment.

But this season God gave us a precious gift and said, “Here. Slow down. Stay in. This is all that matters.”

As the days pass and I watch our daughters features change like clockwork, I know he’s exactly right.

 

Hope on the Horizon {Anchored Souls Series}

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As we continue our Anchored Souls series, I am excited to welcome my friend Katie Reid back to the blog. One of the many things I love about Katie is how she moves past small talk and quickly dives into the deep, spiritual topics of life. It is refreshing and endearing, and when I met her in person a few years ago, I knew I’d found a like-minded soul. Katie’s writing is much like her personality, and isn’t afraid to address the tough questions of life. I always leave her with a nugget of wisdom or truth, and I know you’ll be blessed by her words here today.

Hope on the Horizon

Tangled in roots, I tromp through field with limping gait. It’s as if I am walking through inky molasses—held back by worry that chokes oxygen from limbs and lungs.

I long to spin freely on a carpet of wild flower, but briars adhere to the hem of my garment. The mud coats my feet as I struggle forward, breathing shallow.

Weeds of disappointment leave blisters as glorious freedom taunts on the horizon—just out of reach.

As the shadows close in, it becomes difficult to keep eyes fixed on hope.

Determined not to get stuck, I keep going, one foot in front of the other. Freedom awaits, and I want to feel it, to know it as kin.

Somewhere along the journey I pick up stones that turn to baggage. I stumble with worry as I focus on fear instead of faith. I trip over self-sufficiency and lose sight of the need to be led.

Have you found yourself in a similar place?

Do you feel paralyzed in your ability to break free from a mindset, circumstance, or sin? Do you ache for a better country yet find yourself in wandering desert? Is your heart tethered to despair as hope faintly flickers?

Sometimes we feel lost in times of transition. Sometimes our faith is shaken as painful circumstances scrap at our heels.

Yet, as we remember that we are not orphans but daughters, not paupers but heirs, not abandoned but Beloved, our posture changes—even if our situation does not.

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Our head clears as we grab hold of the inheritance that is already ours. This inheritance doesn’t perish, spoil, or fade away (see 1 Peter 1:3-4). The riches of God’s grace are not just on the horizon, but at hand.

In the midst of the journey we discover that freedom is already here, at our feet, in our lungs, written on soul.

We start to spin, slowly at first, then faster—twirling as a smile spreads wide across this face, sculpted in secret.

Yes, the land of Freedom is there on the horizon, but it’s also within.

Child, even here in wild field, amidst briar, Jesus is within.

Sing the song of grace Beloved. Sing and spin, and breathe fresh air. Let that air give oxygen to hope as it bursts into flame and spreads —a beacon of glory amidst the untamed.

Child, you are free—even when you feel chains clawing at your feet. The chains cannot clasp shut, for Jesus overthrew the power of sin, once and for all. If you have believed and received the Savior, then you walk unfettered.

No sin, loss, or trial can trump the victory gained through Jesus’ death and resurrection. Through the blood of Jesus, you can live clean. He paid for your freedom. The grave was thrust open to prove His love for you.

The lavish gift of grace, under the New Covenant, is enough to unshackle you, both now and for eternity.

Dance in the field of glory, freedom is already yours.

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Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you, who by God’s power are being guarded through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by various trials, so that the tested genuineness of your faith—more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ.


katiemreidheadshotbridgeclosesKatie M. Reid is a writer and speaker who encourages others to find grace in the unraveling of life. She delights in her hubby, five children, and their life in ministry. Cut-to-the-chase conversation over hot or iced tea is one of Katie’s favorite things. Connect with Katie at katiemreid.com and on Facebook and Twitter.

When We Run Ahead of God {Anchored Souls Series}

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Today my dear friend Tiffany Parry joins us on the blog as we continue our Anchored Souls series. Tiffany’s heart for real conversations drew me into her writing instantly. She leaves pretense at the door, and isn’t afraid to talk about the messy, often confusing parts of our walk with Christ. Her writing challenges me to dig deep and ask hard questions, and I am continually grateful God chose to align our paths in the writing world. I hope you will give her a warm welcome today as she talks about those seasons when God gives us a tough direction to follow.

When We Run Ahead of God

Just be a girl. God wrote the words over my heart.

After a season of struggle and difficulty, heartbreak and confusion, those words should have sounded like an invitation to freedom and rest. But for a “girl” who was used to doing, and going, and being so much more than “just” it felt like I was being placed on a shelf to collect dust.

God had called me out of ministry, out of labor and the business of caring for others. When my natural inclination might have been to search for a need to fill or a job to sink myself into, God said, just be.

It’s a humbling moment when the Creator of the universe gives you direction to simply stop.

I’ll be the first to admit that change isn’t easy. When, like me, you crave routine and detailed order, change feels a whole lot like the deep and wide unknown. But only to us.

“Jesus replied, ‘You don’t understand now what I am doing, but someday you will.’”
John 13:7 NLT

God sees, and He knows exactly when to cast light into the deep unknown and bring certainty out of the shadows.

So I waited…watched…listened…worshipped…communed…healed…stood still.

And then I was done. Yup. I decided my season of “just being” was over and it was time I leap right back into what I left behind. Notice all the “I’s” in that sentence?

Let’s pause for a minute. It bears mentioning that my season of wait encompassed over a year of my life. A year of change and adjustment, of new beginnings in new places. It was a necessary season of rest and refreshment in the Lord, and it wasn’t mind to end.

The changing of the seasons are never in our hands.

On a crisp fall evening, I donned brave and strong and marched [or more like crept into the corner] of a Women’s Ministry meeting at my new church. Certain that it was time to reignite my passions and reengage my gifts, I [there “I” am again] decided signing up for the smallest of small jobs would be harmless.

My pastor’s wife shared her vision for the women of the church—kindness, love, authenticity. She filled my heart in places I had no idea craved care and attention. At the end of the meeting I approached, lifted my hand to shake hers, and nearly slipped on my own puddle of tears as I poured out as much of my story as would fit around hiccups and sobs. Messy, but quite real.

Do you know what she said to me? “Just be a girl.”

Her words echoed God’s and assured me that it was simply too soon.

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He was in the room that night. Even when we run ahead of God, He still stands by our side.

So I waited…watched…listened…worshipped…communed…healed some more and kept standing still.

And it was hard. But it was good. It still is. Rather than run ahead, I’ve taken baby steps and God has met each one. He has shined a great light into that deep unknown and has revealed certain truth, unwavering promise, abounding grace, and the most tender provision.

There have been moments I’ve wondered if perhaps God would forever leave me in a holding pattern. But just when I think I’m forgotten, God proves that He has been working all along—transforming, refining, equipping, molding me into the person He needs me to become.

We are His—dearly loved, held close, deeply treasured—and we are NEVER forgotten.

There are places we will soon walk that God has not yet revealed because He hasn’t fully prepared us for them. The stillness, the quiet, the seeming unknown are not indications of His absence, but simply the promise that His best is yet to come.

Let’s “just be” a people who willingly wait, who stand expectant, of God’s very best.

 


tiffany-headshot2Tiffany is marveled by the endless grace and relentless love of her Savior in this life that can be so messy, too busy, and entirely imperfect. Her heart is to share God’s precious promises of grace and love with others and invite them into honest and authentic conversations about faith and life. Tiffany welcomes you to join the journey at her blog, Simply for One, or on Facebook and Instagram.

You Brought Me Here Why? {Anchored Souls Series}

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Today we welcome my sweet friend Bethany McIlrath to the blog. Bethany’s heart to seek the Lord in the midst of life’s struggles shines through her writing. She encourages me to look for his hand at work even when his plans are different from mine, and to keep trusting in the middle of chaos and heartache. Please give her a warm welcome today as she shares a story I know will inspire your heart.

You Brought Me Here Why?

I remember the excitement when the phone call came. “We just have to finalize it, but you can schedule that moving truck,” the Midwestern man’s voice exclaimed. Expectantly, we did.

We waited.

But the paperwork never arrived. Weeks later, the same voice apologized on the phone. Unforeseen circumstances arose. The position was cancelled. We’re weren’t moving to Iowa. We were moving though… we had to.

We waited.

Living out of suitcases at my in-laws’ house, we sought work.

We waited.

My husband showed me a job listing. It wasn’t what was expected. We knew one person in the whole region. But the Lord said yes with perfect clarity and abundant confirmation. One Skype interview and a phone offer later, we were scheduling another moving truck. This one was bound for the unknown of Minnesota.

With just two weeks to prepare and little in the bank, we signed a lease online with high hopes.

We’d waited.

The Lord had made the way. We believed it.

Then we pulled up to the apartment complex.

Singing paperwork, we discovered they changed the lease from what we original signed. Shrugging, the woman said “well, yes, it’s more expensive than you agreed to. But you just moved across the country. What can you do?” The deceit stung.

Our lease was cancelled. Tired of waiting, my prayer was “Lord, you brought us here. Why??”

In a new state, 24 hours distant from home, we drove to a storage unit. My in-laws helped us move all our stuff into a 6 foot cement hole. On that October day, the first snowfall drifted down. We stayed with a friend for a whole homeless week, searching frantically.

We waited.

The Lord provided a place to live within a chaotic week. But not a good job for me. We waited through church challenges, friendlessness, and open opposition at my part time job.

My prayer?

“Lord you brought us here. Why?”

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I wasn’t ungrateful. I’ve lived much worse.

But never had the Lord so clearly made a way where there was no way, only to bring me to something I couldn’t make sense of.

Exodus became more personal to me. We’d just left a harder chapter of life. We’d just faced promise after promise of newness, waiting until the Lord said “go.” He parted some unbelievable waters for us and led us through on dry land.

When we arrived, the land stayed metaphorically dry and literally frozen. Life felt parched and biting.

I spent much of my time grumbling like the Israelites in the desert: “now you have brought us into this wilderness to starve us all to death” (Exodus 16:3.)

God, in fact, had different purposes.

Since our Minnesota wilderness waiting season, the Lord has reminded me of the “whys” I was too discontent to notice then.

It was in our waiting we learned firsthand about how God gives peace when our circumstances are intimidating. We’ll never forget how He parted the way and the assurance we had, even as I grumbled, that He was with us and leading us.

We learned an awful lot about prayer. Our marriage grew immensely while knowing no one but each other. We met amazing people.

While in Minnesota, we were blessed by the Lord’s provision through miraculous financing, too-coincidental of timing, unexpected gifts, and even the car we are driving today. My husband and I had time with his best friend we never would have if we didn’t live close.

I also learned about the blessing of loneliness. I learned what it is to wake up to mundane circumstances and immediately turn to the Lord. It was in Minnesota God taught me to write my first manuscript and challenged me to read His whole Word for the first time.

It was there I began to make memories with the Lord. It was there I learned the sound of His voice.

I still pray that prayer though- just a little revised.

“Lord, you brought us here. You know why.”

I pray it even when our circumstances seem settled.

Because I know while we’re waiting on God, He’s always both bringing us out and drawing us in.


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A grateful recipient of salvation and hope in Christ, Bethany McIlrath can’t keep from writing His praise. She loves joining with others ii testifying about the Lord. Her reflections on God’s Word and character can be found at First and Second Blog and on Twitter or Facebook.

Where Do We Find Our Anchor During Life’s Changes? {Anchored Souls Series}

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I am a girl who thrives of consistency. When something happens to throw me out of my routine, I feel frazzled, like a dear in headlights.

But life has a way of tossing chaos our way, doesn’t it? Even when we’re not prepared. Even when we would rather stay inside the safe, comfy borders we’ve created for ourselves, change happens.

Sometimes it comes in the form of a move away from the town where we spent our entire lives growing up. Sometimes it’s a loss, a death or tragedy. Even when life’s turns should be joyful and full of hope, they often leave us feeling defeated, like we lost our anchor somehow.

So what do we do? Where can we find a secure place for our souls when nothing in life is consistent? Where do we place our trust when nothing we count on seems to last?

Over the next few weeks, we will be discussing these questions and having conversations right here on this blog about what to do when life overwhelms us with chaos and change. I will be welcoming some of my favorite writers and friends, and I would love for you to meet them and welcome them.

The question is not whether or not change will come. It will, whether we are prepared or not. Whether we welcome life’s shifts in seasons with open arms or bury our heads, they are inevitable.

So the question is whether we will thrive and grow or simply survive. Will we seek God and ask what he’s trying to teach us, or distance ourselves from Him?

Here are some of the beautiful writers who will be joining us over the next month. I hope you will visit their websites, show them some love, and enjoy their writing as much as I have.

November 22nd- Betsy de Cruz of Faith Spilling Over

November 29th- Leigh Ellen Eades of Raising an Arrow

December 1st- Bethany McIlrath of First and Second Blog

December 6th- Kristi Woods of KristiWoods.Net

December 8th- Tiffany Parry of Simply for One

December 13th- Katie Reid of KatieMReid.com

December 15th- Christy Mobley of Joying in the Journey

Looking forward to seeing you next week! I hope you will be encouraged and refreshed as we dig deep, have real conversations and talk about the challenges we all face.

Together, we can face life’s changes and upsets with renewed faith. But we have to be honest and authentic. Sharing the struggle is where it all begins.

 

Will You Join Us?

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Do you ever feel like there’s something missing? Like you’re just going through the motions of life, but never moving forward?

I have. My path was so comfortable and worn, I didn’t realize I was moving in a circular pattern. I held onto the familiar because it was what I knew, but didn’t realize what we know is not always what’s best.

Sometimes the familiar can hold us back.

When we make the decision to follow Christ, we are told to live in freedom. Paul states in Galatians, “It is for freedom that he set is free.” (Galatians 5:1) But instead, we often live our lives stuck.

We feel trapped by fear, insecurity, and self-doubt. We wonder why our lives aren’t moving toward our dreams and goals and why we’re unable to embrace the full life promised in scripture. Is a life fulfilled even possible?

I believe it is. I believe it’s possible to move forward to and grow more like the God who created us in his image each day, but it takes willingness. We must not only desire change, but be willing to let go of the negative thought patterns and habits which keep us from getting there.

Over 31 Days in October, some of my favorite writers and I will talk about some of the inclinations which keep us stuck. All of us are still works in progress.

But what each of us has in common is willingness. Our souls want nothing more than to live the life God has called us to and to reach the end with the confirmation, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”

We believe when Jesus said, “I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full,” he wasn’t just coining a nice phrase, but meant it. (John 10:10)

We will take hard looks at our lives and the things we held onto for too long, and the steps we took to release them. We will dig deep into the Word and study what God says about fear, hurt, insecurity and comparison.

And then we will uncover the promises. Promises of a life not lived cowering behind strongholds that threaten to ruin us, but of peace, freedom, and a full life. We are convinced that even in the midst of struggles and moments when we cry out, “Why?,” God is refining us and has the best plans for our lives.

Will you journey with us through thirty-one days in October as we dive into this topic? We don’t promise it will be easy, but we believe it will be worth it. As we pray to the God who can move mountains with one tiny seed of faith, we know anything is possible.

Here are the beautiful writers which be joining us in October:

Meredith Bernard of Meredith Bernard Lens & Pen – October 6th

Sabra Penley of Simply One in Marriage – October 8th

Betsy de Cruz of Faith Spilling Over – October 13th

Christy Mobley of Joying in the Journey – October 15th

Kristi Woods of KristiWoods.Net – October 20th

Kristine Brown of More Than Yourself– October 22nd

Tiffany Parry of Simply for One – October 27th

 

*Linking up with Angela Parlin and Holley Gerth to encourage and be encouraged. Come join us.

Trade the Old for God’s New: Leave It Behind Series {Plus a Giveaway}

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As we continue the Leave It Behind series, I am thrilled to introduce you to my friend, Tiffany Parry. I discovered Tiffany by chance in the blogging world, and was instantly drawn to the way she expressed herself through words. She made me feel as though I was right there with her as she explored deep and often difficult topics, and over the past year I’ve watched her grow and develop her gift. It is truly an honor to watch a woman pursue the goals and dreams God has placed in her heart, and Tiffany has done just that.

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A lover of words, Tiffany purposes to use hers to speak truth and encourage others that while life can be messy, God is greater. She welcomes you to follow along as she pursues God on her word-by-word journey through the mountains and valleys of faith at her blog, Simply for One.

Blog: simplyforone.net

Facebook: www.facebook.com/simplyforone

Twitter: @tiffparry

Trade the Old for God’s New

I rose to my feet in a place I’d stood hundreds of times before. Gripping the chair in front of me, I bowed my head and prayed I could make it through another day. The music came to life, the beat resounding in my chest. But it didn’t reach my heart.

A tear seeped to the corner of my eye and I discreetly wiped it away afraid to show any sign of weakness in this place. Lord, I’m not sure I can do this anymore.

“Love came down and rescued me.” The chorus carried through the sanctuary, but I couldn’t meet it with own worship. My words were stolen by sorrow.

I looked around the room at familiar faces, lives I held dear and others I was sure I would never understand. There was a distinct shift – a divide – as if I was watching through a plate glass window. The separation was tangible, a wall I could no longer scale.

One He was no longer asking me too. It’s time, God whispered to my heart.

“Love came down and set me free.” The clarity and certainty I had been wrestling for were delivered to me on the wings of a song. It was time to go.

For a year, God had been cutting heartstrings, one at a time, removing my attachment and redirecting my call. There was space to grieve, and question, and pray. There was grace upon grace as God cleared the path and gave me a broad place to walk.

He brought me out into a spacious place; He rescued me because He delighted in me.

Psalm 18:19 NIV

Sometimes God asks us to set aside the old in order to usher in the new. He calls us to leave behind that which we have held dear, and counted safe, in order to draw closer to Him. But, our sacrifice is wrapped in beautiful grace – we give up in order to gain.

God binds anguish with love – His Son is an expert at it.

There were days that stretched into weeks that made up that year where I stood knee deep in fear. Guilt mingled with determination as I juggled the next step. God wasn’t asking me to confess a sin. He didn’t want me to right a wrong.

He wanted me to follow Him – to leave a place behind.

He was rewriting our story; mine and my families. Out of pain and confusion He was bringing truth. He was asking us to trust Him and leave behind history, ministry, and memories. While I felt like I was fleeing, He reminded me that faith doesn’t set you running – it causes you to chase more of God.

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If you’re discontent where you are, if you’re struggling to make it fit, could it be because He’s moved ahead and you’ve stayed put? Are you clinging to past emotion, battling with the old excuses, fighting for a place you no longer belong? Are you calculating risk where you should be exercising faith? Are you holding tight what you ought to surrender?

God will wait. But we can’t stay where He isn’t. Sooner or later, we have to follow.

And we did. On a beautiful Easter morning, we welcomed brand new. With hope and relief in our rescue, we walked onto new ground. It wasn’t easy or simple – it was an act of obedience. A pursuit of truth – a pursuit of God. And He met us there, greeted us with confirmation, and seated us in beautiful expectation.

We found more of Him.

“Draw near to God and He will draw near to you.” James 4:8 ESV

 

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*Linking up with Suzie Eller’s #LiveFreeThursday. Come join us and be inspired.

GIVEAWAY:

From my heart for more of God to yours, I’m excited to give away a copy of Chase Study by Jennie Allen – a faith challenging journey chasing after the heart of God…

Love,

Tiffany

“We rarely, in our busy lives, stop and see God, really see Him. We are so busy doing things for Him and for everyone else that we altogether miss Him. He wants us. As we chase after His heart together, we will explore the life of David. Whether you are running from God or working your tail off to please Him, David’s journey will challenge your view of God. He is invisible, and yet He is the only thing we can chase that won’t leave us feeling more empty.” Jennie Allen

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When Your Soul is Restless

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The feeling swept in with the morning rain clouds, as I sat by the window drinking coffee. Restlessness.

There were no defining edges to it. I couldn’t quite grasp where the emotion came from. It was just there. And it consumed me.

I daydreamed about moving to another town. We’d lived here four years so it was time, right? There were plenty of good reasons to migrate further south.

Like my mom’s stroke last year. Being over five hundred miles away was not ideal, and my parents weren’t getting any younger.

And I won’t even dwell on the winters here. This southern girl learned how to use a snow shovel a few years ago and purchased a new set of all-season tires, but I’d prefer not to have to use either.

Yes, I change of location was exactly what we needed. Wasn’t it? I was sure my restless ache would stop when the scenery became white sand and Palmetto trees.

But as the sun set later that evening and I watched my boys soaking up the last daylight hours, I sensed God speak.

Look for the beauty. Right here. Right now.

Will you continue reading with me? Today I’m sharing over at Kelly Balarie & Friends. You can read the rest of my post here.

 

*Linking up with Suzie Eller’s #LiveFreeThursday. Come join us and be inspired.