what's in my diaper bag?

before anything else, I want to say thank you for the overwhelming response to my post a few days ago
about how the Lord freed me from fear and healed me from sickness.
I got more personal emails about this than I have ever received from this blog
and I am trying to thoughtfully reply to each one...so just know if I haven't gotten back to you yet, it's coming!
I have been blessed, encouraged, and honored to hear y'alls stories.
Also, I will be doing a "follow up" post in the next day or two to talk more about it all...
about digging into why your fear might exist and what has helped me.

but TODAY. I thought I'd lighten things up a bit with a random post....
about my diaper bag! :)

I always love learning how other mommies do things,
and seeing if they have thought of something I haven't (usually!)...
and i love sharing my mommy stuff too.

So...
I thought I'd show y'all whats in the diaper bag I carry around for my two little girls!
And I'd love to know what you carry in yours!
(or do you even carry one?)

I knew I wanted this diaper bag before I was ever pregnant. (i know i know...such a girl)
And I had always told my mom that,
so it was one of my first gifts from her after we found out Abigail was coming!
(it is a Kalencom diaper bag - I LOVE their stuff and highly recommend it!)

When  it was just Abigail, I carried this bag with me everywhere I went.
Everywhere.
I think part of that was some first-time mom anxiety of not being prepared for something
(like a blowout or a hungry baby), but I was always prepared!! :)

but now that I have a whole other little person in tow,
I dont carry the bag on me everywhere, its just too much stuff.

So what I have figured out works best for me now, is that I try to always leave the bag in my car.

Now that I am past the new-mommy-always-be-prepared-like-a-boy-scout anxious phase,

I know that no matter where I am, I can always just go out to the car and get a diaper or whatever I need.

But If I know we are going into a restaurant or somewhere we might be for a little bit, 

I will just stick a diaper and a toy and maybe a bottle in my purse, and leave the bag in the car.

I never carry BOTH my purse and the bag...it's just too much!

But if I feel like I might be somewhere for longer, I will do the opposite, and put my wallet and phone in the diaper bag and take that.

So what's in our diaper bag??

so let's start with the obvious.

Diapers, wipes, and a changing table pad.

a change of clothes (including panties for Abigail) for each girl.
I bag them up separately, so if I have to reach for it quick,
 I'm not searching trying to figure out whose is whose.

snacks for each girly.
usually some puffs or yogurt melts for B, and crackers or fruit snacks for A.
I also always have a sippy cup of water for Abigail.

some toys for both, you just never know when you might need to keep them occupied. :)
(books, some "busy bag" activities for A, a few teething toys for B)

I also keep these awesome Arm&Hammer baking soda scented bags for throwing diapers in if we are out.
They completely take the stinch away.
I would bet you have been the victim of that terrible forgotten diaper that stayed in your car all night too. :(
So I will bag it in this if we are just out and about, but also even if I am just throwing it away somewhere, so other people don't have to smell the loveliness.
(and if either one of them has diaper rash, I will throw some travel-size diaper cream in the bag too.)

my nursing cover that my awesome friend Jess made.
and I also have a Hooter Hider, which I love...these are great gifts for new mamas!)

of course, the pacis. :)
can't go anywhere without those!
Abigail only uses on at night now, but I still keep one on hand in case of "emergency".

I always stick the paci's in a side pocket of the bag, for an easy reach!
(you know that moment where its just all you can do to find that stinkin paci while your baby is screaming? stress. ful. )
And the usually put my phone in the other side pocket if I am carrying the bag.

I def try to carry some hand/face wipes, especially if we are not eating at home!

That's about it!
Probably twice a week, I get the bag out and re-stock or re-organize.
This is just one of the things I have found that keeps my head on a little straighter as a mommy of two littles. We need all the help we can get, right? :)

What's in YOUR diaper bag?

have a blessed day!!!

my deliverance from Fear and my healing from Fibromyalgia

where do I start?

in response to my post about sharing deeper things, my sweet friend Leslie, 

sent me the perfect words in the perfect timing the other day. She said,

"...just ask God to lead you when you sit down, and He will.

He will take away that overwhelmed feeling of what to say first."

So I will write as He leads, and I may split this up a little too, to help not be so jumbled.

I am writing this to share my testimony.

I may not have all the "answers" here if you have questions about my story or about anything I say,

but please feel free to email me..I would seriously love to talk more about it all!

(racingtowardsjoy@gmail.com)

*This is a long one...But it's important. Please keep reading if you feel led. Thanks y'all.*

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here's part of my story.

I had been in pain for a while.

Not able to write a grocery list without pain in my fingers.

Not able to chop veggies for dinner without pain in my hands.

Unable to hold my arms up to wash my hair for too long.

Extremely tired all the time...but unable to sleep at all.

Unable to exercise like I always had.

Not able to stand for too long without feeling exhausted.

But I could not sit for too long bc my joints would hurt in my hips.

My memory and mind were fuzzy ALL the time.

Lots of "dizzy" spells.

Numbness in my hands, which always scared me when I would drive.

My hormones were completely messed up, and lots of female issues came along with it.

We had lots of testing done.

Lots of doctors.  Lots of blood work, cat scans, MRI's, etc.

We were told the possibilities were Rheumatoid Arthritis, Lupus, or MS.

(these possibilities rocked our world, just thinking about them)

No one could figure it out.

Finally, they "diagnosed" me with Fibromyalgia.

Fibromyalgia is basically described as "chronic widespread pain", 

where the nerves are "overactively responsive",

so that a person dealing with this feels every little twinge or pain or nerve firing in their body.

Where a person without it might have a very normal twitch or cramp in a muscle, 

I would be in lots of pain from the same twitch. Does that make sense?

That's how I lived. NOT fun.

(you've probably seen the Fibromyalgia commercials...

there are million of them for different medications to help pain and sleep issues, 

none of which ever helped me)

We were desperate.

but we KNEW that God did not want me to live this way.

*if you know us well, you know that I have a petty crazy history of dealing with medical issues since we got married.* 

So this was not our first go around with medical stuff, but it was def the most serious.

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not to get all "we-believe-y" on y'all, but I feel like i should explain where I'm coming from in my faith.

We believe in the supernatural power of God to do the things today that He has done forever.

We believe that He heals, does miracles, does supernatural deliverances.

We believe that he loves to give His children gifts including dreams, visions, heavenly languages, prophecy and aposotlic callings. (among more)

We believe that there is a demonic realm that Satan operates from and through.

We believe that there are demonic spirits that lie and deceive.

We have SEEN it all. Not just heard about it. We have read it in His word, and seen it in our lives.

It's not just something that happens in the "charismatic"  or Pentecostal churches. It is real.

We have personally experienced it. Felt it. Known it.

It is the power of Jesus.

"Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever."

Hebrews 13:8

"For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, authorities, and powers of this dark world 

and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms."

Ephesians 6:12

All that to say, I had been prayed for many times for healing,

and this time with the Fibromyalgia was no different.

But we were honestly fed up and just worn down.

We were desperate.

Yet, we felt like He had said that this was not a forever-thing.

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We had heard of this week-long conference that teaches about the spiritual roots of disease.

We knew several people who had been and had amazing experiences.

But we had no idea what to expect.

We thought we were going to a revival-like mass healing conference.

But it turned out that it was a week long of being taught about scripture and what the Lord says 

about disease, healing, and the roots of sin and lies from Satan.

We literally just soaked in it from 9-5 every day, and then again each night.

Only a few times were there times for "healing prayer" and "deliverance prayer".

During this week, I came to really understand that I had been living in fear for a long time.

This week allowed me to delve into the roots of it, to explore all the lies I had believed for so long.

(The main lie that led to my fear was that God was not my ultimate Protector.)

We knew that I had lived under the spirit of Fear for a while,

but had no idea what needed to happen to be free from it.

And I dont think I realized the major connection between fear and my health struggles.

then. 

(back-track a sec with me)

ON THE WAY to this conference, we crossed the Mississippi river.

Parker was driving. (fear of not being in control of the car)

We were going over a river (i feared drowning)

on an overpass (I hated overpasses)

We were coming up next to an 18 wheeler (another fear)

then the lane ended and Parker had to make a quick move next to the big truck (more fear)

With all those put together...

my body literally felt SHOCKS going though it.

Shocks of pain.

Shocks of FEAR.

that's when I knew it was all connected.

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When I say that I was bound up in fear, that would be a understatement.

It consumed my mind AND my body.

anxiety, fear, unrest...no peace.

But at the same time. I did not walk around outwardly thinking 

"oh my gosh I'm gonna be hit by a bus today!".

It had just become almost my mode of operation. A subconscious mindset.

I think that's why it started affecting me internally so badly.
And really no one besides Parker knew what a big struggle this was for me.

what did I fear?

anything. And I don't mean fear like I had phobias...I mean like i would always listen to thoughts that were the opposite of what was true and right and good.)

Like even when I was healthy, I would fear being sick.

Long before I ever thought about having kids, I feared I wouldn't be able to.

When I drove next to 18 wheelers, I feared them toppling over on my car.

I feared bridges. I would white-knuckle the handles in my car if someone else was driving.

I feared rejection...big time. and funny thing is...

I am a social person, but I always had walls up due to this fear.

I feared my husband leaving me.

I feared someone breaking in or attacking me.

the list goes on and on really.

These may sound like all "normal" fears to you, maybe you fear all these things.

But you know how I knew it was getting out of hand?

when I started FEARING FEAR.

stop and think about that. It does sound a little crazy I know.

But when I got to this point...

I KNEW I needed freedom.  Like more than just some good scripture memorization 

or a prayer for peace.

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One evening at this conference,

they said the Lord was leading them to do a prayer for deliverance from the demonic spirit of fear

for whoever needs it.

(deliverance basically means "freedom from a bondage or danger")

*deliverance is WHY Jesus came for us!!*

But he wants more than just our entrance to Heaven.

He desires for us to be free HERE and NOW.

"It is for FREEDOM that Christ has set us free."

Galatians 5:1

This is where it may all sound a little crazy to you, 

but I feel released to share it, and am hopeful it will bless.

I held out my hands to receive the prayer.

Next thing I knew I was on my knees, shaking, dry-heaving and crying.

I felt like it lasted forever.

(but I think it was just a minute or two)

and then.

PEACE.

complete peace.

chills, good chills.

An overwhelming feeling I have only experienced a handful of times in His Presence.

Like a wave washing over me.

*not all deliverances or healings are like mine. God can do it with a whisper if He wants to. But I believe He did it this way for ME because I needed to FEEL it all physically...like a representation that HE could give me the opposite of what I had been feeling in my body for so long*

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Throughout the rest of the week,

I continued to learn, soak in, and believe, the freedom God had for me.

And so He started showing me that I indeed was free.

Remember how I said I couldn't write my grocery list without pain?

well, get this...

I took almost half a notebook of notes the rest of the conference.

That was a miracle.

The healing had already begin.
(AND IT CONTINUES TODAY.)

Over the course of several weeks following,

and DAILY surrendering my mind (literally taking every thought captive) 

and believing HIS LOVE for me rather than FEAR...

I started to be free from all my symptoms.

I started gaining back strength. I started sleeping again.

I was able to work out again.

My memory and mind started clearing.

AND.

Remember how I also told you that my hormones had been really messed up?

(Ill spare you all those details, but according to my OBGYN, it was going to be really hard to get pregnant
until we figured all my other health stuff out.)

We got pregnant with Abigail 3 weeks after I was delivered from fear.

And I had an amazingly healthy pregnancy.

The healthiest I have ever been in my life.

and it continues.

I no longer have the pain or exhaustion from the "disease".

I have been freed from this bondage to fear.

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So why do I share all this with you?

What are my hopes in opening up my personal testimonies to you?

What are you supposed to do with this?

Maybe you are living in fear.

Maybe you are living with disease or pain.

Maybe you have had questions about IF the Lord can still heal today.

I do not have all the answers.

I do not know why some people are healed and some aren't.

But I do know this.

God is good.

and He is capable.

He is capable and willing to love on you where you are,

whether that means bringing you to a place of freedom and healing.

or giving you supernatural peace in the midst of the suffering.

Also, I want you to know that these things are indeed possible.

I believe with all my heart that God DOES desire for each of us to know His goodness.

It IS possible to be free from fear and sickness...if that is HIS desire for you.

But I would definitely start asking Him if it is, if you haven't already.

And ask Him to show you what lie you might be believing, 

or if there is a deep wound that needs healing.

I cannot tell you how many people we now know (personally), and also testimonies we have heard,

who when they became free from certain lies in their minds...

their bodies were healed.

I think so many people put so much weight in what doctors say, or put so much hope in getting a diagnosis. I know I did.

When really,
it MAY be that all you need is to be free from a bondage that has such a hold on you 
that it has made you sick.

Just ask Him about it.

I want freedom for you.

And I can't imagine how He feels.

Because He loves you so much.

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...more to come...

Thanks for reading y'all.

It means the world to me

I feel so honored to share my story here, and am trusting God to use it.

I will definitely continue to post more about all these things,

but if you want to chat at all, please email me.

I'd love to hear your stories.

Love y'all.

HE Speaks: Annie's story

So happy to share another sweet heart today...



Annie is so awesome and I loved reading her heart about how God has spoken, and how she has listened and responded....so encouraging!!
And i love her heart to spread the love of Jesus.
Thanks for sharing girl!!

hello, racing towards joy friends! i'm annie and i'm super excited to be guest posting for sarah today! you can usually find me writing over here and tweeting like a banshee over here.
(ps. i'm not really sure how banshees tweet, but my roommate from college and i used that to emphasize the speed or frequency with which something is being done. in this case, tweeting.)

now one of the things about which i am deeply passionate is missions. i particularly love international missions. i have been on five mission trips, four of which have taken place outside the country.

two years ago, i wanted to go on a trip to hungary but after a metaphorical stabbing in the eye i realized it just wasn't going to happen. i was getting The Itch, though. you know, The Itch to travel. i would have gone just about anywhere and done just about anything.

so i was sitting in church on february 15, 2012, when i saw a small announcement in the church bulletin for a meeting about a trip to honduras.

and i burst into tears.

a few things you should know about me:

1. i don't just cry.

2. i'm from honduras and we thought our last trip there would be the one we took
in the summer of 2010.

3. i don't just cry.

so i'm sitting in church basically trying to contain the ugly cry so i don't disturb anyone (i call this the Ugly Contain), and praying, "God, You wouldn't put this in front of me to take it away, would you?"

well, i missed the meeting. there was no contact information in the bulletin. by the time i figured out who would be a good person to contact, apparently i could not summon the energy it took to write a short email asking for information.

i was home a few weekends later and saw the missions brochure for my home church. there were two trips to india, a trip to uganda, a trip to spain, and a trip to paris. i asked my mom if i could go on one as a joke.

i think she got that it was 75% a joke because she answered with these grand plans of the family doing it together, and i knew there was no way that was going to happen. & really all i was trying to do was gauge her reaction to a trip to honduras anyway.

but i still didn't know if the Spirit was leading me to this. i knew so far, based on the message i'd heard at church on february 15, that if i were to take a trip, it would need to match my spiritual gifts, which are teaching and discernment.

the trip to spain? teaching ESL.

but i still wanted some deeper confirmation. i wanted to KNOW.

enter march 25, 2012.

our pastor spoke on walking spiritually. i can't remember where he went with that.

i do remember, though, how God went with it.

all i could think about was spain and honduras, honduras and spain, the entire time, knowing that spain seemed more likely for a variety of reasons, like matching my gifts and safety. (honduras has the dubious distinction of being the murder capital of the world this year. americans are particularly at risk, even if they are half-honduran like me.)

while my tiny, fearful heart was beating missions, missions, missions, our pastor was speaking on listening to the Spirit. and the one thing i heard distinctly was this: that listening occurs when we speak to each other with "psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs" and submit to each other "out of reverence for Christ." by doing this, we build community; by building community, we invite the Spirit; when we invite the Spirit, He speaks.

& let me tell you something, friends: HE. SPOKE.

on march 25, 2012, the Spirit gave me 150% certainty that i was going to spain that summer.
and on july 6, 2012, i boarded a plane for madrid to teach english as a second language,
with an emphasis on relationship-building and pre-evangelism.

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Annie,
I love that you answered God's voice in your life.
And that you were patient for His timing.
That's such a blessing for others to hear, that might be waiting for the "Go".
My prayer is that you would continue to use those gifts He had put in you, and follow WHEREVER He leads you, no matter the cost.  He's so good!

go make a new friend!
Annie blogs here and tweets here

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I have so enjoyed doing this series on hearing God's voice.
I have been blessed and encouraged myself, and hope you have been too.
I think it's always great to hear about other people's stories.
If you'd like to share your story about how you hear from the Lord,
email me! I'd love to share your heart here. :)

HE Speaks: Becky Marie's story

So I first need to say that I am blown away and so encouraged by so many responses to 

my post yesterday,

about starting to share more of the deep things in my heart and about my testimony...

I plan to share one of my stories with y'all on Friday.

Still praying about what I will share, but I know He will lead me.

Thanks y'all...I'm still trying to reply all the emails and comments so bear with me...you have blessed me a lot with your interest in hearing some of the deeper things I want to blog about, and even sharing some personal things with me.  Please know that I take them to heart.

love y'all. :)

But right now I am excited to share another story with you about the way God has spoken to others

Here is Becky Marie's story...

(click on this button to see other posts)

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Hearing God: Being Available, Open, and Obedient

I grew up in a Christian household where prayer, study, and conversing with God were normal and expected. My parents both have told me stories of times they heard, very clearly and firmly, messages from God that caused them to make a significant change in their life. I was taught to pray and ask questions, expecting God to answer. In my experience he does: when you are available, open and obedient.

I have heard from God at numerous times throughout my life, but never in an audible voice, or even a whisper. Usually a thought or phrase, often scripture, will pop into my head as I'm praying. I am a musician at heart, and have always been very inspired and influenced by music. Most often I hear from God through songs, where lyrics I'd previously ignored are suddenly pressed upon my heart. In all cases, receiving a message brings with it an overwhelming sense of peace.

When I was a senior in High School, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I prayed very consistently, asking God to show me the best path for my life. Through routine prayer, I had fostered an open heart and was very willing to go anywhere God called me. I asked God to only open the door I was supposed to walk through and keep the others closed. I received a few college rejections in the mail, and then my first acceptance came. I knew it is exactly where I was supposed to go... I was called to military school, The United States Naval Academy. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but went anyway.

For the first two year, I could have left and transferred to another school without any additional commitment. The weekend before classes started our junior year, we had to sign papers committing to 5 years of active duty service in exchange for completing the last 2 years of college. At that point, I wasn't sure military life was the right thing for me. I enjoyed the challenge and had great professors. But I couldn't imagine spending 5 years driving a boat. Again I prayed and received a clear message to stay. I signed the papers and started my classes. Then doubt crept in.

My junior year was the hardest academically, and I spent several months sick with a mono-like illness that never was diagnosed. I was physically and emotionally exhausted for most of the year. In addition to the normal stress of college, I felt a strong sense that I wasn't supposed to spend my life in the military. It’s not really a good idea while attending military school to tell people you don’t actually want to be in the military. I kept most of my struggle to myself, and that made this year of my life much harder than it needed to be. So why was I in military school? I wrestled with God and became unwilling to surrender to any guidance. I continued to be available through prayer and open to messages from God, but was horribly disobedient. I didn't want to follow on faith; I wanted to know the plan. I was aware of my attitude toward God. I like to imagine God just sitting in the corner of my dorm room watching me throw a tantrum like a little kid; waiting for me to finish so we could have a real conversation about my future. When I finally swallowed my pride, repented, and approached God with a true willingness to be obedient, I received a great peace. My illness went away. I didn't receive the answers I wanted, but knew the plan was in place. I just had to be patient. A few weeks later, I saw the first piece in the plan, an option to transfer from the Navy to the Air Force. Upon graduation, I commissioned in the Air Force.

After 2 years of active duty in a job I wasn't thrilled with, I had an opportunity to separate from the military early. The Air Force had too many officers, and needed to make cuts. They were taking volunteers. Within about 3 months of deciding to separate, submitting my paperwork, and applying for a new job, I found myself teaching high school chemistry. That was God's plan for me all along. I needed the education, training, and experience from my 6 years in the military to grow up and develop the skills I used in the classroom. I absolutely loved teaching! I only taught one year before moving across the country with my husband and becoming a mom. Right now I'm called to stay home with my boys, but I know the plan is to return to high school teaching in several years.

As I prepared to write this and reflected back 12 years (wow, that makes me feel really old) recognizing where I was in my relationship with God, I realized several things. I'm more willing to be obedient to God's direction now than I was when I entered the military. I'm more open and aware of God's "voice" and how he is working in my life and the lives of those around me. But lately, I haven't been even remotely available to him. My short popcorn prayers throughout the day are not enough. I've been convicted and recommitted myself to daily quiet time with God. I humbly await the quiet moments, prepared to listen.

……….

Becky Marie is a stay at home mom to two little boys and is expecting a third baby this fall. She blogs about homeschooling, homemaking, dairy free living, family and faith at forthisseason.com.




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Thanks so much friend!!
go meet Becky Marie:
she blogs here, and tweets here

Another sweet friend will be sharing her story about how God has spoken to her...
that will posted on Thursday afternoon!
I have been so blessed to hear and share other people's hearts.
Y'all rock. 

wanting to be more honest about my testimonies...

 I have always tried to be very open and honest here,

but I have been feeling such a pull towards sharing more of the deep things in my heart...

as He leads me to.

I have sat down to write about something after thinking to myself,

"oh that would be great to share about,", etc.

But then I try to write out my thoughts and just don't feel the peace in it.

Does that make sense?

One thing I really feel is important to me in this space

is that I only share as the Lord leads, especially about the things He is doing in me.

There are some things, I believe, that just need to remain between His heart and mine,

but if He presses on my heart to share those things, then I want to honor the value of that,

and be very thoughtful in my writing of it.

And being "thoughtful" about my words does NOT mean that I am being inauthentic.

It simply means that I desire to share exactly what is in my heart to share, 

nothing more and nothing less.

Being completely led by the Holy Spirit.

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In my desire to share more about deep deep things...I can easily get persuaded by the enemy into fearing people's judgement.

That maybe my friends who read this believe differently than me about certain things...

so maybe they will judge me because of it.

or that maybe people will think I'm crazy or that some of the things I have experienced with the Lord are "crazy" and then will judge me,
or even worse, judge Him, because of my words.

I want nothing more than to express His goodness towards me.

To proclaim what He has done, without fear of people's thoughts and judgements.

And to share the testimonies He has given me to share.

(the ones that I feel released to share, that don't need to remain between us).

But here and now, I am setting aside my fear of judgement and am just going to believe that He will use my testimony for His good.

(I am even about to ask for yall's thoughts on all this.)

SO...starting now, I am recommitting to share MORE of me, more of Him...

here in my space on the inter-webs. (that's what my hubbs calls it) :)

All in the hopes that it will be of benefit to someone.

To YOU, maybe.

That He will use my story to bless you, offer guidance or Truth,

or just be someone to relate to.

Here's where I would love your help..seriously.

I have so much that I DO feel like I need to share here, but don't know just where to start.

So I am hoping that maybe you as my readers can let me know what you might want to hear about most.

(and even as I write these things out I am battling fear of opinions and snap judgements of people..ugh!)

But I will press on...

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Here are some of the (deeper) things that I feel like I am supposed to write about:

1. my supernatural healing from Fibromyalgia.

2. other supernatural healings God has done in my body.

(I have been healed from IBS, Lactose Intolerance, kidney stones...)

And yes...I am talking about miracles here. Like there today-gone tomorrow healing.

3. How I was delivered from my battle with Fear..and all about my battle with it.

4. How I am not the same person I was growing up when it comes to God.

5. About our journey out of the institutional church.

(yes, I said out...we have not gone to "church" in about 5 years now)

6. My beliefs/experiences about the gift of prophecy and other spiritual gifts.

7. The importance of having deep discussions about faith with your husband.

8. About coming to the realization that my husband is NOT my provider.

9. About the supernatural stories of provision He has done...
like checks on our doorstep and cash from strangers when we had NOTHING.

and lastly...
if you have any questions for me at all, about my faith,
I want to do my best to answer.
Feel free to comment or email me.
I think this is what community is all about.

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wow. okay..that's a lot, I realize.

But I am anxious to share, and to testify of His good character.

What do y'all want to hear about right now?
Would any of those things bless you or help you?

I will share them all regardless, in the Lord's timing,
but I'd love to know if any of these things might hit home or be something you'd like for me to share about here.

I value your thoughts and your ear. :)

Here's to overcoming by the blood of the Lamb, and the word of our testimonies...

(Rev 12:11)

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