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Thinking of you this Happy Mother's Day

This is it. This is the scene from Moms' Night Out that makes me cry then lifts my spirit. In Christ, just be yourself. To all my Mom friends out there you are enough. God sees you. He didn't make a mistake giving your children the Mom they have. 🤍🩵💜🩷❤️

Challenge #34

I recently came across two videos (shared below) that pique my interest. I am not familiar with the speakers or posters; just been mulling over the content. Please share your thoughts!

Are you feeling the Weekend Grooviness coming on now?! 😃💃🏻 Got this from Twitter and had to share. Speaking of, that corner of Internet World really brings out the snark in me. My inner Sardonic Dork loves it 😏 Have a fabulous weekend, friends! And enjoy a cookie or two 😊

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Prayer for new month 🕊

Challenge #33

I have an appointment this week that I don't have to keep. If it were up to me, I wouldn't go. But I know if I don't go, my joy (future and present) is at stake. Why is that? Because I will regret backing down. I will wonder if prayers would have been answered. And I will miss out on the growth God has for me in stepping forward to do it. Because every time we die to self and do the hard thing, He grows us and makes us stronger. The hard things become easier, and what used to be hard becomes small potatoes. And also, had I not already resolved in my heart to follow through, I would've felt the wrong kind of fire in my belly at multiple points in our pastor's sermon yesterday. You know those moments? I would've wriggled and wrestled. I would've probably felt more condemnation than conviction. But instead, because I had already determined to do the hard thing, I felt peace and confirmation. I knew the sermon wasn't targeted at me, but that the message was for me. When our pastor said, "Quit partnering in smallness," I knew I wasn't. And there's a massive relief in the difference. Here's the thing: Doing the hard thing means I am living in my right identity and recognizing God in His proper identity, too. I am living like He is God and I am not. I am dying to self; I am living like I trust Him without fear of the future. When we do this, we walk in calm authority, living like He's the King, and we're the priesthood. But if I don't keep this appointment, I postpone that growth. If I do the easy, comfortable thing that my flesh wants, I walk in weakness. Which identity do I want? Is it about me? Am I still living as a mere human, as my own god? Or does the confession of my life actually matter when it comes down to facing what I might otherwise dread? Here's what I'm learning: Surrender disables dread, and brings peace. More than peace, even...expectation. I know there's reward in obedience, and I'm already feeling it. I'm praying that you're able to surrender to a hard thing He's calling you to this week, too. 🤍

Another good word from our friend, Shannon 👇🏼