Oh ye of little faith........

²⁹ Jesus left there and went along the Sea of Galilee. Then he went up on a mountainside and sat down. ³⁰ Great crowds came to him, bringing the lame, the blind, the crippled, the mute and many others, and laid them at his feet; and he healed them. ³¹ The people were amazed when they saw the mute speaking, the crippled made well, the lame walking and the blind seeing. And they praised the God of Israel.

³² Jesus called his disciples to him and said, “I have compassion for these people; they have already been with me three days and have nothing to eat. I do not want to send them away hungry, or they may collapse on the way.”

³³ His disciples answered, “Where could we get enough bread in this remote place to feed such a crowd?”

³⁴ “How many loaves do you have?” Jesus asked.

“Seven,” they replied, “and a few small fish.”

³⁵ He told the crowd to sit down on the ground. ³⁶ Then he took the seven loaves and the fish, and when he had given thanks, he broke them and gave them to the disciples, and they in turn to the people. ³⁷ They all ate and were satisfied. Afterward the disciples picked up seven basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over. ³⁸ The number of those who ate was four thousand men, besides women and children. ³⁹ After Jesus had sent the crowd away, he got into the boat and went to the vicinity of Magadan.

Matthew 15:29-39

For the last two or more years my fear has been being able to feed my children.  It then spilled over into other aspects of our lives.  Through our financial struggle I became untrusting of my Father.  I believed that He performed miracles, for others, not for me.  I believed that He had a plan but that for me it was lost. Stolen. I would not be able to get it back. His promises would never be fulfilled because, if they were, it would have already happened and alas....it had not.  There wasn't a job that would provide for us. Which meant losing more than one home, getting ulcers thinking about how I was going to be able to buy groceries, not having insurance for my kids for several years, the list goes on.  

Luckily, the Holy Spirit does NOT fear.  He knew all the time what was going on and He was always there.  I can honestly say that we have never gone hungry.  There have been nights where popcorn and a spoonful of peanut butter was made for dinner. But my kids never went to bed without supper.  We have lost 2 homes in the last 6 months but we always had another place to go. Troy has lost jobs but the money has always come. 

So why did I doubt? Why did I have such little faith? I guess because I am human.  I was most encouraged when I was in His Word.  When I relied on my own understanding I became fearful. So when this passage of scripture was presented to me last weekend I was encouraged by our situation. 

As of Saturday the last of the little bit of money we had left was gone.  A "love offering" was taken up unbeknownst to us and we received several hundred dollars (this happened on Saturday). Since then every single night I have made dinner I have always thought, "This does not look like enough" and every single night after cooking for 4 adults and 3 children (going through growth-spurts) there are left-overs. Troy not only has one job prospect but 2. He has the potential to get to CHOOSE which one he wants! 

I love that God reminds us of His provision and faithfulness in Scripture and then turns around and shows us in our lives. Over the last 5 days I have found myself starting to ask "What about...." (fill in the blank).  But I am quickly reminded that it is not my job to worry about the 'What ifs'. I am to just do what I am called to do.  What is that you ask? Well at this moment it is staying in the Word, prayer, being a wife, mother and daughter. 

I was also reminded that God has given me a gift.  A gift to encourage. So I humbly put my 'stuff' out there for you all.  Hopefully, you are encouraged today.

Grumbling and Frustration

Felt the need to write again.  Many times I sit down at the computer without any real ideas of what to write and usually I come out with something good. So here goes!

We are over halfway into our second week in Ft. Worth.  At this moment Troy is sitting next to me reading a book; it is a Monday at noon.  I find myself getting a little frustrated.  Frustrated that there is still not a job and that our bank account is slowly dwindling.  We came here literally on a hope and a prayer. Funny, as I type this the Israelites come to mind. They left Egypt with nothing. All they had was a hope and a prayer that life would be better on the other side.  They did not have extra food.  They did not have permanent shelter.  They did not know what was in store.  God performed great miracles for them during this time.  He led them in the desert for 40 years!  *Dear Lord, please don't make me wander for 40 years.* He provided food, shelter, and safety.  Eventually, they ended up in the Promised Land. 

So as I sit frustrated I think of the Israelites.  They were frustrated too at times.  They saw miracles.  They witnessed God moving yet they grumbled.  God remained faithful.  As the Holy Spirit reminds me of the struggles of those before me I am comforted that 1) God has a plan, 2) God is trustworthy, 3) God wants what is best for me, 4) God is faithful. 

The kids and I are learning about God's faithfulness in our homeschool lives.  Each day we are learning a different way that God kept his promise.  Today was the story of the Israelites and the river.  The Ark went before them, the water stopped, the people crossed as the Ark (the presence of God) stayed in the middle of the dry river bottom.  After all of the people were across the Ark was taken to the shore.  What an amazing picture of God.  He went before them and made a way (through the trial) and He waited for them to pass through.  He did not go ahead until they were all safely through. 

It has been a week and 2 days since we moved to Ft. Worth.  It has been pretty uneventful (which is pretty amazing).  The first days were spent rushing around trying to unpack, organize and clean.  Troy and I decided that Saturday and Sunday would be spent resting.  In that time of rest I had time to process the events that had transpired.  The reality of my stuff in my parent's home hit me.  It feels surreal.  I am so grateful that they are willing to let us live with them.  I am grateful for my own room (with a door, we thought we would be in the office at first).  I am grateful for an easy transition with the kids.  I have had to maintain that mindset otherwise I feel myself getting anxious.  I begin to feel anxiety about the friends and church I left behind.  I feel anxious about the change.  This is not what the Lord wants for me.  Remember "be anxious about nothing but in every situation with prayer and petition give thanks to the Lord"? This has been going through my mind and I am trying to maintain a mindset of thankfulness. 

This is the "month of thanksgiving" but as a Christ-follower I must be thankful always!  It is still weird waking up in a different room and walking into my parent's living room with all of my furniture in it.  But I am thankful that I have a place to call home.  I am thankful that God led us here.  I am thankful that He is faithful and that He already has a complete plan for me.

Being Still....in a New City

It is 5:30 am.  I am sitting in my new home in the quiet.  Life is so different from just 6 months ago.  We have moved twice in 4 months.  At this current moment neither Troy nor I have a job. We are in a new city; 260 miles away from everything that we have known for the last 8.5 years. I sit here reflecting on what has transpired. 

Yesterday was the big move.  After breakfast at my aunt's house (coincidentally where the whole journey began and ended in the Houston area for us) we jumped in the car/uhaul truck and headed north. As we drove off I had a weird sensation deep in my soul. There was no sadness. There was no anxiety. There was no fear. There was peace. There was joy. There was contentment.  I knew that what we were doing was the right thing.  I remembered when we moved from Virginia to Texas and how it felt then...the same. God had a plan for us then and He has one for us now.


Through our journey I have felt God's peace at times and this is one of them.  I feel completely in His will at this time. The crazy thing is that we left our church, our jobs, and our friends.  We moved away to a place that, although I grew up here, is new and unknown to us. Sure, there are some friends that we know here but we will have to start over.  I know how lucky we were that we found Kingsland on the first shot in Katy. Will the church my parents go to be the same way here? What about homeschooling? We had such an awesome group in Katy; will my kids get that here?

Yes, to all of those questions.  I am confident that God did not ask us to leave such a great place with a great church and great friends and family just to put us somewhere that is barren and dry.  Troy will get a job (he has an interview Friday), we will meet other homeschoolers, our new church will never be Kingsland but it will be a place we can call home, and we will reconnect with old friends and make new.  I am confident in this.

*Just a cool little side note- Yesterday as we were unloading the truck Jackson got on his bike and road around when a boy came out and joined him.  They played for hours.  In the evening when it was time to trick or treat another neighbor (adult) came over and offered a costume for Jackson.  The girls pulled out some dress-up clothes and my kids went with a group of neighbor-kids around the block for candy. Meanwhile, Troy and a neighbor went to the store together. Already making friends! God is faithful!

I know I have not blogged in a while.  There have been many reasons.  I am hoping that I will be able to be more consistent again.