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The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.  Psalm 18:2

God is my refuge and my strength.  No matter what I go through, God is faithful FOREVER.  In this world, people let you down.  They don't keep their promises.  They say one thing and do another.

My father always used to say, "say what you mean and mean what you say."

Unlike us, God keeps His promises.  Read it again.  God keeps His promises!  Isn't that amazing?  We can trust Him.  Not only can we trust in Him, but we can trust Him.

Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.” Hebrews 13:5

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.  Jeremiah 29:11

My difficulty sometimes is understanding that He keeps His promises in HIS timing.  In His PERFECT timing.  He is faithful.  I try to take control of my life and live in my own strength forgetting that I don't have to.  I don't have to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.  I can let Him take my burdens.  By worrying I'm not trusting in Him and I'm learning on a daily basis to let go and let God take control.  What freedom we have in Christ!

"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven; (2) a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, (3) a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, (4) a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, (5) a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain, (6) a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, (7) a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak."  Ecclesiastes 3:1-7  NIV

To say the least, work has been an incredible challenge for the last nine months.  A challenge which God is daily leading me through.  A challenge that has broken me to the point of daily surrender to the Lord (wish I didn't have to go through this in order to daily surrender...but that's another story!).  A challenge that has revealed to me some of the ugliest parts of me while at the same time a revelation of who I want to be in Christ...what kind of a woman I want to be, a wife, and a future mother.

During worship on Sunday, we sang this song below.  It's called I Lift My Hands, by Chris Tomlin.  I have been playing this song on repeat and I hope you enjoy it.




  1. Hi Julie! So glad you're blogging, found your blog after you joined my site. Happy to have found it, can't wait to read more. God is faithful!

  2. Hi AnaLisa! Thanks for visiting! There is a lot to be learned about blogland, but I am enjoying it! Thanks for your encouragement! :)

  3. Julie- This song is for me,a tribute to Janet. I seldom hear it with out tears of sadness at the lose of her life and the wondering her death brings. Than by the end of the song I cling to the hope of our Lord and the faith that I have in Him and Him alone. We have endured some hard times, and our Lord is faithful forever. Building Faith in 2012 to face 2013. Blessings dear friend. SusanMarie

  4. Hi SusieQ! I know what you mean. I see her beautifully framed photo in the hall across from my desk every day. What a constant reminder. But, as you have said, we have hope in the Lord, forever! He is our refuge and strength in the difficult times. Bless you sweet friend!! xoxo jp


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