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8 years ago this week, my mom flew in to take care

8 years ago this week, my mom flew in to take care of my family because I called and said, “Mom, I need you. I can’t do this anymore. I’m not okay.”
She flew in the next day. When Mom arrived, the anxiety I was fighting broke like a dam over my life and she and Mike held me, prayed over me, and took me to several doctors. I spent three days fighting to find reality- completely lost in unbridled anxiety attacks. Every part of my body revolted. Our friends and pastors rallied around us and reminded us who we were and a close handful tucked me in at night while Mike was in harvest season. When the enemy whispered, “Who do you think you are,” I fought to remember just one thing- Jesus.

I had 2 months of night terrors. Some variation of the same dream every night.

In the darkest place of my entire life, I learned a couple things.
1. God’s grip on me was stronger than my grip on Him. I belong to Him and He will not let me go.
2. I am not a fraud. I really do believe this message I have spent my life declaring.
❤️
There was power and truth in that season that could have been learned no other way. It took being held under water.

That was the baptism in the message God has given me about fear, about freedom, and about His deliverance.

I went on Facebook to post this picture that my friend, Marlae, took from this weekend and saw the FB reminder that today was the day my mom came. I turned to Mike and all we could say was, “Wow.”

A pretty full circle weekend.
Sometimes, I still shudder because I have tasted that level of darkness. I know it exists.
I don’t want to do it again and I thank God often for a sound mind, but I trust God with that portion of our story together.

My mess is now my message.

Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift.

Every day you astound me. Now, Dear Ones, go shin

Every day you astound me.
Now, Dear Ones, go shine.
⭐️
Also, this is the first picture with only 3 and it feels. 🥲🥲🥲

Praise.the.Lord. on this Labor Day weekend that ou

Praise.the.Lord. on this Labor Day weekend that our real help comes from the Lord.
And if He’s helping, Friends, we don’t need to look around for a backup plan.
Praying this over us this weekend.
“The Lord will keep YOUR going out and your coming in from this time forth and forevermore.”
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Hallelujah said all the people who feel like they live in their cars. All we do is come and go.
Side glance to the moms of 13-15 year olds. #taxicabs

Pouring rain, coffee, porch lights, birds and the

Pouring rain, coffee, porch lights, birds and the only voice is the Spirit.

Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale peace.
Exhale stress, confusion, striving, and to-do lists.
Inhale strength for today, clarity, purpose. Truth.

Exhale.
Inhale.

Repeat.

This is how we fight our battles.

There are a thousand reasons to celebrate us. As

There are a thousand reasons to celebrate us.
As we walked the dreamy banks of the Riverwalk, I realized you will be the last man standing. Our kids begin a season of launching this month and at the end of this season, there will be you.
Last night, I realized afresh that I love being me with you. One day, a whole lot sooner than we ever realized, it will just be us.
And I still like us. ❤️🔥

Have you ever had a moment where you realized you

Have you ever had a moment where you realized you had just exited a difficult season?
You know, a time when you realized that you weren’t stuck, spinning or scared anymore?

✔️✔️✔️I’ve had three moments in the last seven years when the Lord stopped me to recognize we had changed seasons.
⭐️The first was the day the anxiety that wracked me (and gave birth to my book “Brave Moms, Brave Kids”) ended. It was the morning after I spoke to 1,500 people about praying for their children and that day led to podcasting, interviewing and writing for @momsinprayer. 💥A woman stopped me in the convention center and said she had prayed for me much of the night. I looked at her and said, “I felt it. The constant anxiety and nausea that has been with me for four months is gone.”
⭐️The second time I was walking in Chicago with Mike and my friend, @abbybanfield. I had been so very sick with my thyroid issues and could barely handle being in public places. I was so physically tired that I avoided people. A very non-me thing to do. When all of the sudden, I found myself chatting with the hotel doorman and engaging the waitress. I turned to Abby somewhere on the streets and said, “Oh my goodness, I like people again.” She nodded and I knew. I was healing.
⭐️The third time was two weeks ago. I was walking across the front lawn of Grace Adventures, my new home, and I realized my grief was giving way to joy. Mike, the kids, and I surrendered our home, comfort, and familiarity to new, growth, a pandemic and the deaths of 3 people we treasured.
❤️I doubt this will be the last walk through a dark season and Dear One, I bet it won’t be your last one either. But let me promise you this:
There will be light again.
After weeping comes joy, hope and goodness.
God will be faithful to hold fast till you are through. (Lam. 3:23)
It’s a promise.
Have you been there, done that? Walked through a rough season and had a moment when you realized that the sun was rising in your dark night? Need prayer?
⭐️⭐️⭐️Let me know.
❤️
Photo: Me and Cheeks Pineconeski
He lives at camp. ❤️ We were both feeling it!

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