Faith Friday – What do balloons and Jesus have in common?

I was dropping my Charlie off at his doggie daycare this morning – of course my dog goes to daycare. Doesn’t yours? I passed by a car dealership with balloons tied to the cars. I guess it’s supposed to make me want to buy a car? Kinda makes me want to go to a birthday party and eat cake. Anyway, I noticed one floating across the sky. It was being tossed in the wind across the road. Nothing too crazy. But my focus immediately stayed with that balloon.

I think Jesus would have noticed it too. Jesus was pretty keen on seeking out the one that had become separated from its home. He told the Pharisees the story of the lost sheep. He explains that if you had one hundred sheep and one went missing, you would leave the other ninety-nine to search and search for that one, and once you found it, you’d celebrate. He says all that to allude to finding you and me. Before I came to know my Jesus, He was actively searching for me. His desire was for me to know Him and build His kingdom. Thank God He loved me, the wandering balloon, rescued me and changed me. The cool thing is, since He found me, He hasn’t stopped showing me how precious I am to Him. His pursuit is continuous and His care is infinite. No matter how lost or gone anyone thinks they are. His desire is for you to come home. I’m so thankful for that! Happy Friday friends!

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Faith Friday – Sunset and Endings

I think too many people see the beginning of something as the best part. A baby’s birth. A new job. A first kiss. God has been on a mission to show me that beginnings aren’t always the best. One of my favorite activities is walking my puppy, Charlie, after dinner. I like spending 45 minutes by myself, away from social media, away from people (is that too harsh?). Those walks are where I pray about things on my heart and decompress from the day.

In case you couldn’t tell from some of my last Faith Friday posts, I’ve been at a crossroads in my life. Everything I ever thought was certain became questionable. I’ve felt like I’m sinking in quicksand, trying every option to get out and nothing is working. I felt like every good thing was slipping out of my hands. That’s when I saw the sunset.

I was walking Charlie and saw the most fiery, vibrant, stunning sunset I’ve seen in a long time. You know, just God pointing out that there can be beauty in endings. Here I was, spending time with my pup while both of us were in our element. You know what I wasn’t doing? Worrying. God chose the end of the day – not just any day – a very disappointing day – to show off his sovereignty.

He holds the beginnings, the endings and everything in between. He chose to show His powerful artistry to prove to my heart that He is King of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

“When you go through a trial, the Sovereignty of God is the pillow upon which you lay your head.” CH Spurgeon

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Faith Friday – Making Plans

By the time most people graduate college, they have some sort of an idea about what they want to do for the rest of their life – especially when it comes to their career, relationships, and even where they want to live. Then, there’s me. I’m very go-with-the-flow, here-and-now oriented. I am NOT a planner. I am 10,000% okay with that. Just because I don’t have my entire life planned out perfectly, doesn’t mean there isn’t some sort of a plan. I guess the main reason I don’t really have a plan for my future is that my plans ALWAYS seem to fail. It’s one of the biggest lessons I’ve learned in my 23 years on this planet. That may seem like a bad thing to you. It’s quite the opposite. I am so glad that many of my “big” plans never worked out.

I’ve always wanted to live at the beach. As a little girl, while my friends were playing house, I was playing “go to the beach”. It was my happy place, and still is. I went to college near the beach and eventually moved within 5 minutes of the ocean after graduation. You would guess my life was a dream. Wrong. More horrible things happened in my life that year and a half than I could count. Why were so many things going wrong when I was finally where I wanted to be? In case you haven’t guessed it, I was completely out of God’s will. I decided the best way to change that was to leave. To forfeit MY plan.

I am in no way saying giving up is the answer to any problem.

I am saying that what I wanted was not what I needed. I didn’t need to spend my entire paycheck on rent. I didn’t need to live hours away from friends and my job. I didn’t need to be out of church. I didn’t need to be in a toxic situation. I was developing tiny habits in that place that would eventually ruin me. God saw that when I couldn’t. I am thankful to have had people in my life to encourage me in my decision to move, even though they knew it was a special place to me.

God took my plans and trashed them. He is slowly showing me how mighty His plans are for me. He has given me new passions and resources – none of which would have happened unless I surrendered to His plans. I’m writing this to remind you that you’re not a loser. You’re not a failure. You’re not worthless. There isn’t a master clock or timeline that we’re supposed to follow. Plans change. Plans fail. Plans also develop. Be hopeful in those developing plans. It’s God’s plan for you to succeed in His will. Timing is everything. Things may seem hopeless, but I promise, there are “far greater things ahead than any you leave behind.”

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