What's your apple?
You might answer gala, cortland, macintosh....but that's not what I'm really asking.
I love fall and one of my favorite things about it is apple picking. It's an annual outing for my family and a time to build tradition and memories. I can't help, as I look for that perfect apple to add to the basket, but think of Eve in the garden. So let's talk about Eve and that fruit tree. I imagine her walking amongst a forest full of fruit trees. Pears. Oranges. Lemons. Peaches. Apples. All delightfully tasteful. All available to pluck off the tree and eat whenever she wishes. But her eyes are drawn to that one tree, the one God said not to eat from. The Tree of the knowledge of good and evil. I imagine Eve taking a bite out of the tastiest apple, and while doing so, looking at the juicy fruit dangling from the tree of knowledge. Now satan, in that sly form of a snake, was watching her. He took notice of where her eyes lingered. And of course, he jumped at the chance to tempt her. But temptation wasn't Eve's downfall.
We all are tempted.
Temptation is an invitation to a fork in the road. The choice we make is the downfall. Do we choose obedience to God or do we choose our feelings of discontentment, entitlement, doubt, fear or pride? Eve was tempted....and she chose discontentment and doubt. She chose to think there was something more she needed. She doubted God knew what was best for her and thought her way was better. She bought the lie that if she ate that fruit she would have all she desired and life would be better. But we all know the story and we know that her way wasn't the right way (if you don't know the story, I encourage to read Genesis 3).
That piece of fruit probably tasted really good while she was eating it, but it came with a price.
We don't really know what kind of fruit was hanging from the tree of knowledge, but let's picture it as an apple for the moment.
So let me ask again.
What is your apple?
What are you looking at, that is not God, that you believe will bring you contentment?
What apple is placing doubt of God's goodness in your heart?
Is there an apple of disobedience in your life that you haven't realized you have taken a bite out of?
The good news?
We can say no to the apple. We can say no by being honest to ourselves and admitting that the temptation, the idol, the discontent, the doubt, the pride, is there. We can strengthen our resistance with prayer and reading the word. Recall your blessings and all that He has given you. And remember God has provided a way out of temptation (1 Corinthians 10:13). When we do these things, the apple is more likely to remain on the tree.
The next time you grab an apple for a snack, or perhaps go apple picking as my family does, I hope you are reminded of Eve. I hope you are reminded to think about the "apples" in your own life, and perhaps you will be encouraged to leave that fruit on the tree.
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There are a lot of things I wish I had known when I was a single mom years ago. And there are a few I wish I had remembered.
These things, though, aren't just for single moms. They are for anyone going through a difficult time. For me, single parenthood was just the icing on top of many other trials that had piled up in this thing called "my life".
You need a little encouragement today...
Your walking through a valley or climbing a mountain...
Chains are binding you, or the road ahead seems daunting...
Pain is swallowing you up, or if hope seems fading...
Your wounds are deep, or if you feel lost....
...then this is for YOU...
I hadn't been to church in ages, except on holidays. And God? He didn't feel very close by. If I'm being brutally honest, I was angry with Him. I had been for years. I had deep wounds; layers I buried beneath more layers. And I had put God under them all.
That is where I was at when in a single day I was left sole caretaker of my two young children.
Physically, emotionally, financially.
Being thrown into single parenthood in a single day only added to the multitude of hurt, anxiety, anger, and hopelessness that already overwhelmed me.
But despite all of the layers of "mess" in my heart, I felt a nudge. An urge to try attending church. There was something deep inside that kept saying despite my anger with God, maybe I actually needed Him to get through this.
Desperate to just be able to breathe, I chose one Sunday morning to get the kids ready and go to a local church I heard great things about.
And I actually went.
I don't remember much of that service. I couldn't tell you what that sermon was about or what songs were sung. I do, however, remember what happened after...
Have you ever had a pair?
Well that is what I was wearing that Sunday. And after leaving the service, I took a route down the back (empty) stairwell. I was holding my three-year-old daughter's hand and carrying my baby boy in my arms...
And I misstepped.
My foot then slipped off of the side of my clogs. I let go of my daughter's hand and fell. All the way down the stairs. Cradling my son's head so he wouldn't get injured; taking the brunt of the fall.
There I was in that stairway...alone.
I wanted to cry.
No, I wanted to sob. From every type of pain I was feeling.
But I couldn't. And didn't.
Instead, I got up and put on the mask I knew so well. A mask I had worn long before I stepped into that church. A mask that showed a girl who was just fine.
But I wasn't.
I was bruised.
My pants were torn at the knees and I was bleeding.
Every part of me hurt.
And I am not just talking about my physical self and appearance.
I gathered my children close and walked out of that church tattered, bruised and bleeding. Just like I had walked in.
I walked out, didn't look back, and never returned.
He is so good! (with tears in my eyes I exclaim this)
He didn't give up on me. He didn't let a fall end his pursuing of me. He didn't care how tattered I was, how much "stuff" was oozing from my heart, how many bruises I wore that had become a wall to keep Him and everyone else out. He loved me anyway.
And He didn't stop calling me until the day I was ready to listen to what He had to say.
I'd like to say that time came soon. But it didn't. And its all the more reason I love my faithful Father.
We all have fallen.
We all have bruises.
Some of us are more tattered than others.
We all have pain.
We all have hearts that bleed.
And many of us put up walls around those hearts.
My hope is whoever reads this today, whoever is a little tattered, bruised and bleeding from any kind of "fall" like I was - is ready to listen.
Ready to hear the things I wish I had known.
What I wish I had heard.
What I wish I had been told.
I have prayed that the following words stir your heart to embrace them and if you already know them....to remember and stand firm in them.
5 Things I wish I had known
1. Trust God
The heaviest chain I ever wore was one of self-reliance.
I relied on me for strength, for peace, to build up walls to keep any more hurt out.
I relied on me to provide food, a roof, clothing for my children.
I relied on me to be their champion and my own.
I relied on me to fix whatever needed "fixing".
I relied on myself to hold up our little family.
Sometimes I succeeded and sometimes I failed. But every night and every day the weight was heavy upon my shoulders.
Our God is a God who provides. Provides comfort, peace, joy, strength and our most basic needs. And He provides these far greater than we will ever do ourselves.
Those difficult times still would not have been easy (and we aren't guaranteed a life without trials-John 16:33), but they could have been faced with the sweet release of such a heavy burden - had I just trusted in the Lord instead. Had I only cast my fears and worries on Him, instead of solely relying on myself, how much lighter the journey would have been! What freedom I could have found from that heavy chain!
My friend, if your in a hard place, a struggle, a difficult season...reach out to Him.
Trust Him. Let Him provide.
It will not make the struggle disappear, but He WILL strengthen you. He WILL give you comfort and peace. He will ease the burden and lighten your load.
"May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit." Romans 15:13
"Lord Almighty, blessed is the one who trusts in you." Psalm 84:12
2. I do not need to be the warrior
Need Jesus? I thought I didn't need anyone but me. Or so I told myself. I don't think I ever truly believed it. But I pretended to. Fed myself that delusion that I didn't need anyone. Even God.
I was my own warrior.
I would stand up and fight my own fights, I would use my own strength, my own skills and determination.
One of the greatest lessons the Lord has taught me, is that I don't have to be the warrior anymore. Why? Because He will fight for me.
Now that doesn't mean I don't have work to do, that I don't need to move, or that I do not have to prepare myself at all for battle.
But it does mean that the battle isn't mine.
It does mean that the giants before are for Him to face head on and destroy.
It does mean that I stand behind His mighty shield instead of in front of it.
It does mean the victory is already His.
He is fighting battles I do not know even exist. He battles the seen and unseen and no matter what type of warrior I think I am, I certainly can not fight what I can't see or know exists. And I can't have the type of victory that is only accomplished when God is the warrior and not me.
Because Jesus has overcome the world. And not one of us has or will ever do that. But we can be part of the victory when we stand behind God's shield and let Him be the warrior in the front line.
"The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still." Exodus 14:14.
"The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves." Zephaniah 3:17
3. He Redeems
The world will tell us we are not enough. That we are too broken. Unredeemable.
I stayed tattered and bruised for too long. For many reasons, but one of them is because I believed I was too broken. I believed the lie that had been told to me over and over again that I was not enough.
But here is the truth I want all of us to not only hear each and every day, but stand firm in:
There is nothing we have done or will ever do that He can not redeem us from, cleanse us from, forgive us for if we are repentant. There is nothing that can separate us from the love of God. And each one of us is enough that Christ died for us.
We are not too broken.
And through Christ, we are MORE than enough.
"and all are justified freely by his grace throught the redemption that came by Christ Jesus." Romans 3:24.
Cry out to Jesus.
I spent years creating a formittable dam to keep every tear in. What I created was not a wellspring of strength, but rather rather a cold, damp place where I felt nothing.
There is an explainable sweet release when we cry out to our Heavenly Father. We have a choice to keep the pain bandaged under layers of our own "doctoring" or we can uncover with a cry out to Him. The baring of our soul to Him, is an open wound that lays available for Him to begin healing.
Don't wait another day to cry out to Him.
"Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble, and he delivered them from their distress." Psalm 107:6
"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." Psalm 147:3
5. I am not alone
Back then, I didn't know what it meant to have a relationship with Jesus. I had never even heard of that. It is no surprise then, that in these most difficult times, I felt alone. Even though I was not.
I can look back now and see the numerous ways God was working in my life all those years ago. But, now, as I cling to Jesus in trials of the present, it is bitter sweet, as I feel the beautiful embrace of my Redeemer that was available to me then but that I could not see.
So, if today, you are feeling like you are walking through this difficulty by yourself...may I just say...Jesus never leaves your side. He will lift you and carry you through this. Just call out His name. He is a forever friend.
"So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." Isaiah 41:10.
....And a few things I wish I had remembered
1. God is good
This seems like such a simple statement, but oh, how I forgot this so easily! I now see how He took these hurtful things and has worked them for good! I see the lessons I needed to learn in order to grow and become who I am today. I see His beautiful faithfulness. And I know that even in the shadows of those trials, His love shined upon me. We will not always know or understand His plans or His ultimate purpose, but we can remember that through it all, God is still good.
"The Lord is good to all, and his mercies are over all His works." Psalm 145:9
"For you, Lord, are good, and ready to forgive, and abundant in loving kindness to all who call upon You." Psalm 86:5
2. I am loved.
Perhaps you're feeling like I did, how could He love me in spite of my mistakes? How could He love me when all these painful things have happened in my life? How could He love me when I called out to Him and there was no answer?
Fear. Lies. Heartache. These 3 things made me forget this simple truth:
Jesus died for me.
And He died for you. What greater love is there than this?
"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16
"But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us." Romans 5:8
3. He can do the impossible
I forgot just how big our God is.
When the mountains in front of me seemed insurmountable and I felt as though I would crumble, I wish I would have held on to the truth that nothing is impossible with God. If the mightiness of his hand had been brought to my mind in each impossible moment, if I had known he shut the mouths of lions, if I had remembered He overcame the world, if I had believed He has moved mountains, if I had remembered He is a God of impossible possibilities, I just may have had hope that my seemingly high mountain was not impassable at all. That to Him, it was a seed easily scattered in the wind.
If I had remembered how big our God is, I would have had hope in days that sometimes seemed hopeless.
"For with God nothing will be impossible." Luke 1:37
4. He hears us
For a long time I forgot that God hears our call, my call. That there is NOTHING He does not hear.
So remember, your cries are not unheard. Let Him hear them. He can handle every tear, every lament, every question.
They fall on the almighty ears of the One who loves you, who is good, and who can do the impossible.
"You, Lord, hear the desire of the afflicted; you encourage them, and you listen to their cry." Psalm 10:17.
"And this is the confidence that we have toward him, that if we ask anything according to his will he hears us." 1 John 5:14.
You may not be a single mom, but there are a thousand other reasons that we can feel alone, broken, abandoned, overwhelmed, discouraged, tattered, or bruised....
Today, embrace the unchanging fact that God does LOVE YOU. In an ever-changing world His care for you remains the same.
Step towards Him; lean into and cling to Him.
Trust in Him to provide all you need.
Let Him, the one who redeems you, fight for you.
Remember He is good, and loving and that with Him nothing is impossible!
Cry out to Him, for you are not alone and He hears you.
It is in these truths that we grow towards a peace we never thought possible.
Read more on these truths in God's Word. Below I have listed several verses that relate to the above "5 things". I encourage you to dig deeper in these encouraging truths:
Psalm 37:5Philippians 4:6-7
When the storm is raging, we call out to God from the depths of the deep we are drowning in .
We cry out. We ask Him to take the wheel of the vessel of our lives that is about to capsize from the waves crashing over it.
We let go of the wheel and step aside for Him to captain us through these rough waters in the dark of night.
But what do we do when the waters are still?
When our lives are calm for a time, like glass on a lake?
Do we forget to continue to call out to Him? Do we remember He brought us to this still place?
Do we turn once again to ourselves and the world to navigate our lives until the waves rage again?
Or in the stillness, do we continue to let Him lead us, to stay captain of the ship?
Do we give Him praise for not just getting us through the storm but for sailing us through blue skies.
Do we trust Him in and let Him take the wheel in whatever horizon He plans on leading us too?
Let us not just ask Him to be captain of the storm, but to ask Him to be the permanent captain of our vessel, through every day, even the still ones.
Every spring I take my children to a nearby farm to see all the baby animals. Last year there was a particular lamb that I was drawn to.
This little lamb was blind in one eye.
And He was standing all alone.
All the other lambs were running here and there with their mothers protectively chasing after them. This little guy looked lost. Scared. Overwhelmed by all that was going on around him.
He caught my eye because I knew how it felt to be lost. Scared. Overwhelmed.
My son spotted him standing there too, but not for the reasons I did - he just wanted to hold a lamb so badly!
He ran over and when the little lamb didn't try to run away from him, he immediately scooped him up into his arms. And then my son clung to him. Clung to him like he was never going to let go. And the lamb let him. Even snuggled into my son.
I realized something in that moment. The lamb? He didn't look so alone anymore. He didn't look so scared or overwhelmed. Why? Because he now had a Shepard that didn't just tend his flock, but carried it in his arms.
We have a Shepard too.
His name is Jesus.
When we are feeling lost, or overwhelmed in a chaotic life...
When we are blinded by the darkness around us....
May we KNOW there is a Shepard just waiting to scoop US up.
He wants to hold us and walk with us when we can't put a foot in front of the other. When we can't see the path in front of us. When we can't see a way out.
He wants to lift us above the chaos.
He wants to pull us close.
And He never wants to leave us.
Sometimes our troubles paralyze, blind, or immobilize us to one spot. We see this as a bad thing, but count it a blessing! If we are running here and there, we cannot be scooped up into Jesus' loving arms! And that my friend, is the greatest place to be!
"Like a Shepard he will tend his flock, in His arm He will gather the lambs and carry them in His bosom." Isaiah 40:11
I felt God's nudge as I was drawn to the third commandment in Exodus 20:7, "Thou shall not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain".
This was a commandment I had struggled with for a long time. Long before I had a relationship with Him. And while this habit has greatly diminished, I am still growing; still a work in progress. From time to time, a casual utterance of His name may still cross my lips.
At first I thought that I was being pulled towards this commandment because I still had room to grow. And while this is true, I do, as I began to dig deeper, I realized that the lesson was not admonishment. It was "Reverence".
This post is not to talk about why we shouldn't misuse the Lord's name, rather, it is to encourage each of us to use it with reverence and renewed praise.
So what is reverence?
Reverence is deep respect, it is love beyond doubt, it is honor, and having regard for the revered's feelings and wishes.
So what is in a name?
In Scripture, a name not only identified a person, but it stood for something. Often that was an attribute. I think it is important to note here, that God chose His name. Whenever a name was given to Him, it was not the people who named Him. It was God
And He reveals to us who He is in this way.
So to revere His Holy name, to revere the name God, Lord, Jesus, is to revere the characteristics and attributes that make Him who He is. This is where I could spend quite a bit of time but let me say it like this to keep it short and sweet:
So who is He?
He is the "I am"
He is the alpha and omega
The bread of life
A mighty warrior
Prince of Peace
Lamb of God
King of Kings
Lord of Lords
The Morning Star
Light of the world
Horn of Salvation
And the Messiah
He is Beauty and Blessedness.
He is Glory and Holiness and Knowledge.
He is Eternity.
He is love and peace and perfection.
He is wisdom.
He is freedom and righteousness and mercy.
He is omnipresent.
And He is good.
His name is a reflection of all that He is.
And in His name there is:
Life. Hope. Redemption. Truth. Salvation.
In His name:
We are baptized. Washed clean. Strengthened. Sanctified. Justified.
To His name every knee will bow. And in His name we. rise. up.
We rise up. And we have eternal life.
You see, when we walk into a room and everyone is talking around us and then someone says our name? Our ears perk up. We respond to the sound of our name; we are moved.
When I think of this fact, it encourages me and creates in me a desire, in a new and profound way, to want to move the heart of God when His name is on my lips. When I speak His name I want to revere it.
For it is mighty.
It is beautiful.
It is Grace and love unimaginable.
"Holy and reverend is His name."
Let His name be revered on our lips every day!
Lord, great is your name!
We praise you and thank you for giving us your name. And sometimes, in our brokenness, the only prayer we can utter is your beautiful name...Jesus.
For some of us, Lord, there are things pushed down deep in our hearts, prayers our soul longs to whisper to you. Lord, I pray for those things. I pray that you make those things rise up so that we may lay them at your feet, Jesus.
I pray, Lord, for every prayer on every heart that calls out to you.
You are a good, good father.
May we revere your Holy name!
May we not only know there is new life in your name, Jesus, but may we breathe it in.
May we live in it!
And when your name crosses our lips, may it always glorify you!
In Jesus name I pray,
I took this photo below at my brother's cottage. The light on the lake at this time is my favorite, and I had a vision (for months) of how I wanted this photo shoot to go. But, as often times happens, our vision is not the one God has in mind.
From the moment we began to prepare, the vision of what I had in mind slowly started deteriorating. The row boat was an old boat of my brother's and we didn't realize until turning it over, that it had a hole in it. But we attempted to use it anyway. Water started seeping in as soon as I pushed it out into the lake.
My daughter was a trooper, and posed for this photo even though water was slowly filling in around her feet. After only being able to snap a few quick photos, it became evident that the row boat was going to start sinking if much more water seeped in. So she headed back to shore; those rugged paddles rowing her safely in before the boat was too full and sank.
She got out-her white dress dirty and wet. And as we dragged the boat onto shore, I thought to myself that it had all been for nothing, as I had barely had a chance to take any photos. Certainly there were none that could be used for what I had planned.
But later, when I looked my camera, I saw a few that I loved - like this one. A few that were worth the effort and that I will treasure. A few that could be used. And used in other ways than I had originally intended.
Our lives and circumstances are the same as this photo shoot, aren't they? We have one vision, things don't go as planned, but God uses it in unexpected, beautiful ways?
Sometimes, we need to get in the boat. Even if it's leaking water and we think it will go no where. Sometimes we have to trust the rugged oars will get us back to shore. And sometimes, we won't see the photos that are created when we bravely step out amid the sinking boats, the holes, and the rising waters. But that doesn't mean they don't exist. That you didn't make a few "photos" worth saving in your effort.
Sometimes those "photos" that God creates when we are brave and step out into uncertainty? The ones you can't see? I imagine they are some of the best. I imagine they are beautiful. And I imagine someone is looking at them-in thankfulness-that you were brave and trusted an old boat and some rugged oars.
Just in case you didn't sign up to receive the free devotional series, I wanted to share with you Day One from the "Rise:Raising the Lazarus in Our Lives" series. I hope is blesses you, friend!
The Passage: John 11:1-3
" A man named Lazarus was sick. He lived in Bethany with his sisters, Mary and Martha. this is the Mary who later poured the expensive perfume on the Lord's feet and wiped them with her hair. Her brother, Lazarus, was sick. So the two sisters sent a message to Jesus telling him, "Lord, your dear friend is very sick." NLT
-Lazarus was sick-
We all have a "Lazarus" in our life. A spiritual ailment. A wound of temptation. An infected marriage or relationship. An amputation of joy, stillness, or contentment.
Perhaps it is the promised land that seems sick or dead because we have wandered back to the wilderness or maybe it is self-forgiveness and self-worth that are buried because we are still living in shame.
Sickness, ailments, wounds, missing parts - they all need healing. They all need to rise up from the grave they are living in.
I speak of these things, to challenge us, my friend. Challenge us to look deep into our hearts and souls and see what it is that ,like Mary and Martha, we need to call out to Jesus to address.
-Lazarus was sick.
And he was a friend of Jesus-
These three - Lazarus, Martha and Mary - were Jesus' friends. He had been welcomed into Martha's home and Mary had sat at His feet listening to Him. She had washed His feet with expensive oils and wiped them with her hair. We do not know the extent of these friendships but we see there is a personal relationship and that Jesus must have cared for Lazarus.
He cares about us, too.
Knowing Jesus and being close to Him, does not mean we will never suffer, never have hardships, never hurt, never have things in our life that have a kind of death that needs reviving.
Jesus wants to be called to the bedside of our "Lazarus".
Mary and Martha, when they were troubled, when they were in despair, when they saw someone (or in our case something) in their life that was dying, they called out to Jesus. They knew what He could do. They believed in His gentle mercy, and so they called out to Him by sending a message.
Not a dictate or command, but rather a humble request; making their need KNOWN and yet leaving space in that request for the Lord's will.
Leaving space in the request that the Lord knows all, sees all.
Leaving space for the will of God to work for His Glory.
So right now, the "Lazarus" in each of our lives needs our recognition. We need to acknowledge it is there and then offer a message to Jesus today. Ask Him to come to our bedsides. Tell him our hearts are heavy; that we are feeling sick. And then expect that He will come! In His own time and His own will.
Come to the place where what is dead lives. That room, or hiding place where our "Lazarus" lies.
Don't hesitate, but rather scribble the message across your heart, close your eyes in prayer.....and ask.
Ask Him to come and see your Lazarus.....
When I was a little girl, my family took a road trip to Florida. I don't remember the name of the place, but on the way, we stopped somewhere in the mountains.
This place had a beautiful view of a vast area of land. My mom says we could see several states from that spot. However, from the view of a child, I thought I could see the world! I was mesmerized!
When I first discovered the vastness of God's unfailing love, I was that little girl again in awe! I saw the world like I had never seen it before! The view took my breath away!
I want to grasp tightly to that view and not let it fall to the back of my mind.
I want to open my eyes each morning, soaking in the beauty of His everlasting love and mercy.
I may not be standing on top of a mountain, but each day I am blessed with a view of hills and valleys that display His amazing Grace and unfailing love!
So when you wake in the morning, what will you see?
Will it be a view in the back of your mind?
Or will you take a step forward with renewed awe and see the vastness of the "world" before you?
Today, if you haven't already, take a moment to take it in with fresh eyes. Eyes of wonder, like that of a child. Take in the vastness of His love and mercy and grace....like a child of God.
"But because of his great love for us, God , who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions-it is by grace you have been saved."
I love new paint. The soft, clean, untouched pallet. The colors oozing the desire to be used. The numerous possibilities of what they will create. The fanciful dreams of what I will paint with them.
But, I love even more a pallet that is dirtied and worn. One that has barely a drop of paint left. One in which splatters of the beauty it created linger behind. One that was used well....
Over the course of our lives, which will we be? Will we be pages colored with splatters of our pallet or will it remain crisp and white?
Will we wait so long -for the right time, for the right moment- to use the gifts God has given us, that we end up not using them? Will the pages remain empty of the paint that God laid in the pallet for us? Will the brush remain dry? It's use longed for perhaps, but never picked up?
Will we have used every last drop of the gifts we have been given? Will our pallets be worn and the pages of our lives be splattered with the effects of pursuing our calling? Will our pages be painted with the use of our gifts, pointing others to Jesus? Will the world be a little brighter because we chose to use everything He gave us for His glory?
Me? I want to use every drop of paint in the pallet I have been given.
Which kind of pallet do you want to be?
"For we are God's handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do." Ephesians 2:10
"Each of you should use whatever gifts you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God's grace in its various forms." 1 Peter 4:10
I'm so glad you are here! This is one of the last Mornings With Jesus until fall. Enjoy and take in this promise along with some delightfully sweet hot chocolate!
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
If your looking for a devotion or a teaching, you won't find it here this week in this post. This one is short and sweet.
I struggled with what to write about regarding this promise. And then I realized why.
Why? Because this verse is stunningly simple and beautiful by itself. What more could I say? It stands profound and explanatory. All the hope and encouragement you need is right there.
To whoever believes, there is salvation.
Whether you knew this verse or you are hearing it for the first time-
Breathe it in.
Live in this promise.
Read on for the recipe....
Red Velvet Hot Chocolate
4 Cups milk (whole preferred)
1/4 cup sugar
10 ounces semi-sweet chocolate chips
2 teaspoons red food coloring
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Mix them all in a pot on low heat, until all the chocolate chips have melted (stir often). Pour into your favorite mugs and top with some whip cream and sprinkles/colored sugar. Then serve and enjoy!
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