14 November 2016

Little Steps of Faith

November 14, 2010 I posted to Facebook:
"Why did I go there?   Why didn't he?"

Nathan had just dropped me off at home after we finally had the opportunity to celebrate our anniversary. We had been in our courtship for 3 years and I was expecting more out of our time together than he was. We were on the same page when we agreed to enter this relationship with the intent to get married, but somewhere in the waiting, we got out of sync. Nathan was working for Fresno County Parks and Recreation and didn't have the finances to raise a family, so he refused to officially propose until he could afford to take care of me. It made me so frustrated and I sadly met every milestone with hopeful anticipation that he might put a ring on it.

I remember so vividly how I felt when I posted this. I went to dinner that night thinking he was going to finally propose - and when he didn't I was crushed inside. I spent the night and the better part of the next day crying into my pillow. Little did I know that the following anniversary would be even worse. Another year passed along with a dozen opportunities he didn't take advantage of... magical moments of joy and laughter inevitably ending in my crying secret tears. I loved him so much and wanted so badly for him to make the gesture that proved he felt the same.
It wasn't until December of that following year that I couldn't wait anymore and gave him until the end of the year to officially commit.

He proposed on New Years Eve, just a couple hours before the year was over.

Later I would find out that he had planned to propose at Disneyland the following month, but that my parents told him not to wait. And although it would have been amazing, I'm so glad he didn't wait.
Not long after he proposed, God opened the door to a great job for Nathan as a sub. Once he stepped out in faith, God provided. Everything fell into place after that. We were married another year later, following 5 years of courtship.

If you're waiting for the perfect time to make a move (no matter what that move might be), it'll never happen. It doesn't work that way. I almost left Nathan. Which brings me to another point... don't be impatient. I knew that Nathan was God's will for my life, but I was so caught up in my own desire that I almost missed out on this amazing life with this amazing man and our amazing miracle child.
It hasn't been easy, but nothing worth anything ever is. It takes hard work, dedication and little leaps of faith. Sometimes all God wants us to do is step out. Sometimes He just needs us to hold on a little longer. No matter what side of the equation you're standing on, God is still faithful. He loves us and He wants the best for us. Pray, seek His face, and don't get tired of doing what is right.

09 April 2016

A New Chapter in Faith

We visited a revival at a friend's church a few years ago. The preacher was praying in the mist of a Spirit-filled alter call. My mind was bombarded with the words of my OBGYN (you can read my struggle here) and when the Spirit moved within me, my heart began to cry out for God to answer my many prayers. My soul had felt so heavy at the thought that my dreams might never be realized. I wanted to be a mom more than anything and I was processing the fact that it was possible I may never hold my very own offspring in my arms. I was heartbroken, depressed and longing to hear from God. 
And that's when He spoke to me,
clear as day,
loud and strong.
I wasn't in the altar, but He met me where I was.
"I hear your prayers and I know your heart.
You will give birth to a child. 
It will be your own flesh and blood. 
Have faith in Me.
You will be a mom."
God answered me. He answered ME. Who am I that He thought enough of me to let me hear His voice? Who am I that He cares that I get what my heart desires most? My faith was strengthened and my hope was renewed that night. It was a moment I will NEVER forget. I made a choice to hold tight to that promise no matter what might happen or what I might endure to get to that place.

A year later, before I could make it to a doctor to officially confirm I was the 8 weeks pregnant I suspected, I miscarried. I mourned in private and the weight of mourning alone began to drag me down. I was breaking. I felt broken. God had promised me a baby of my own and my body had rejected the one growing inside my womb. After 3 months of mourning my loss, I broke down on the altar. In that moment, God filled me with such peace. He gave me a renewed hope and reminded me of His promise. I had to have faith. I had to believe in Him and wait.

My husband and I decided to switch gears. We took a year for ourselves, avoiding pregnancy on purpose. We spent that year growing closer to God. We actively worked on strengthening our marriage and our communication. We spent a year not stressing about this desire to have a child, but instead filled that time with fun and love and Christ. By December our marriage was stronger than ever, we were happy, we were closer to God than ever before, we were ready to step out in faith.

January 1st, 2016 we began to plan for a family. We prayed and asked God to bless us in the new year...
...and He did.
We got pregnant the very first month!
We waited to announce our joyous news so we could personally tell our family and friends.
Now safely into our second trimester, I'd like to introduce our miracle. We don't know if it's a boy or a girl and we plan to surprise everyone when the baby finally arrives later this year!!

We promise to keep you updated! We are due the first week of October!!
Please continue to keep us in your prayers.
We are embracing our miracle day by day, not taking one single moment for granted.
We can never thank God enough.
Please remember my story if you find yourself in a similar place, crying out for God to answer your prayers. Don't loose faith and never stop praying!!
He hears you and He DOES answer prayers!!

23 October 2015

Bored of the Bible?

Honesty time:
I have struggled with possessing the desire to read my Bible on and off for years.
There it is. Out in the open. The ugly truth for all to see.
This Christian, God fearing, Sunday School teaching, children church preaching woman has issues with reading her Bible on the daily.

I've had those seasons of being on fire for God and devouring every word I could get my hands on, but I've also had those seasons of being so bored with the Bible that I really struggled to keep my eyes open while reading. I'm pretty sure we ALL face this issue at least once in our Christian walk, but a lot of people are simply too ashamed to be honest about it. Frankly, I have been ashamed myself, hiding my lack from those who thought I should be better than I really am deep down inside.

The truth is, everyone has their struggles and we all have different reasons as to why we struggle like we do. Be encouraged!! There's more to having time with Jesus than simply reading the Bible. Let's dig deeper into some pretty cool ways to spend time with God & your Bible:

During one of my "struggle seasons" I stumbled across a post in my Instagram feed of someone who had discovered something called Illustrated Faith. (I will go more into detail about this in my next post.) It's an amazing way to be creative IN your Bible. I'm talking stickers, stamps, colored pencils, water colors, project life journaling cards, the whole shebang! I gotta tell you, it's amazing and it opened up a whole new channel for my creativity, bringing me closer to God. 

Another really cool thing that helped me was the Word of Promise audio Bible. This Bible is an audio dramatization using well-known actors are the main characters. Think about the old radio stories where they took time with sound effects and music. This is like that, but BETTER!! It's great for those times when you can't read (work, driving, eye procedures, etc.) or when you want to follow along in your Bible! I highly recommend it!

Finding a great reading group that keeps your accountable is a great way to enhance your time with God. Women Living Well offers a free program called Good Morning Girls where you can join a group that reads the same chapter of the same book every weekday. The group moderator will pose a reflection question each day and the group will respond. Each group is run differently, responding in whatever way is most convenient for that group. If you feel you are strong enough in your faith, consider starting a group of your own, as I did! We followed along with the Good Morning Girls calendar for our first book, then decided to branch out and mold the study to our ladies needs. It's a great way to help build healthy habits of reading your Bible daily, as well as building relationships with your sisters-in-Christ.
Photo Credit: http://fbcostudents.org/2015/02/24/only-got-4-minutes-to-save-the-world/

Another way is to memorize scripture. Perhaps you haven't thought about doing this since they made you in grade aged Sunday School. Or maybe you feel like it's something beyond you to accomplish. Well, it's not! Out of your daily reading, select a scripture that spoke to your heart and write it on all the mirrors in your house with a dry erase marker. This way, when you check your outer-self, it'll remind you to check your inner-self as well.

Have you even noticed that you feel so much more connected to God in nature?? Maybe you simply need to relocate your quiet time. This might be difficult if you're super busy or far from nature, but something simple like a vase of flowers next to your Bible can remind you of how wonderful and awesome God really is!!

Sometimes we have a hard time reading the Bible because we know deep down inside that we are not where we should be with God. Having unresolved issues or sins you haven't repented for can be a huge hindrance to receiving all God has in store for you. Start by loosing up your he heart strings by singing! Put on some worship music, close your eyes and sing along. Wear headphones if you can't stand the sound of your own voice. lol. Little by little, open your heart and start to let down your walls. Allow the Holy Spirit to move within you and begin to pray. Once you've cleared the air with God, while you're still in the mode of worship, open your Bible and read. Sometimes it's how we approach daily reading & time with God, that determines how we will enjoy that time.

Hopefully some of these ideas will inspire and/or help you to dig deeper in your daily personal time with God. I hope that you find your niche and that you make Jesus a priority in your schedule. It's not hard to find time to spend in the Word, when it's something we enjoy. So find what makes it best for YOU!!

13 September 2015

Project Semicolon : Revision

REVISED- well, because my story isn't over yet...

I was recently introduced to ProjectSemicolon through Instagram. It's important to raise awareness to the issues of mental health and I support anyone trying to make a difference when it comes to depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. We have always heard the side of the media, but have you ever heard about it in church?

Growing up, mental health was something that wasn't really discussed in my church. I grew up thinking that if you had "stinkin' thinkin'" (as I've heard a popular preacher say), that you just weren't as in tune to the Lord as you should be. I've read books that talked about the war in our minds and the power we have to change the way we think. Most everything pointed to it being the problem of the individual and how close their relationship to God was.

It wasn't until I entered college that I noticed some changes in my mind. My hormones had definitely shifted and changed, but I thought perhaps my struggles came from my relationship with God. I dug into my Bible after recommitting myself to Christ, studied the Word like it was my handbook to life, listened to Christian music, applied everything I could possibly apply to all aspects of my day, dived headfirst into leadership and submersed myself in all things God. No matter how "Godly" I was, I still struggled in my head.

A year later, I began to experience intense mood swings. I didn't matter how many scriptures I attempted to internalize, I still reacted off the cuff with every slight change. I'd be completely fine and content one minute, drop my pen and loose my mind the next. My outbursts were not just limited to anger, but also to tears of joy, unexplained laughter, grouchiness, extreme fatigue, lethargy, confusion and frustration. I was a ball of tangled emotion and I felt utterly distanced from God. I was told that it was my fault. I was told that I could control these things and just chose not to. I cried a lot and those feelings quickly turned to depression. I didn't want to get out of bed some days and when I did, I didn't want to talk to anyone or do anything. If I felt overwhelmed, my body would go straight into a panic attack and I'd feel as if I were dying.

When I was at my annual appointment, my lady doctor noticed something was wrong and asked about it. I honestly could not control what was happening to me and for once I felt like I wasn't being blamed. After a process of several tests and visits, we found that my hormones were more out of wack than we thought (this was also when they discovered my endometriosis). I started a regimen of mood stabilizers, birth control and (as needed) anxiety medications. I began to feel "functioning" again and I finally started to enjoy my interactions with life.

That should be where my story ends, (happily ever [after) medications.] When people began to find out about my medications and my diagnoses,  I was harshly judged. I didn't even share the things people would say to me with my closest family & friends. No one knew how bad the struggle had become for me. I was embarrassed and hurt and lost. After some time, I stopped taking my medications because of the ridicule and judgement I felt upon myself. Regardless of those willing to admit it, to them I was a "Christian" who needed medication to feel balanced. I was a disgrace to the name of "Christianity" and a woman of "little faith" to those who knew. If I had been a true Christian and a woman of faith, my faith would have made me whole.

Please know dear friend that this is FALSE!!! DO NOT BELIEVE THE LIE!! You are NOT less of a person or a Christian because you need help. We all need help in different ways! If you had cancer, would you be less of a Christian if you took chemo treatments? NO! If you're a diabetic and you take insulin to keep that in check, are you going to hell because of it? NO! Do you really think you have diabetes because you're not trusting in God enough?? Absolutely NOT!! There will always be someone who doesn't understand the chemical imbalance in your head, who will blame your lack of healing on a lack of faith. Don't for a minute let the lies of the enemy bring you to a place that will lead you away from trusting in Christ! Remember that your identity comes from the one who created you! He loves you and wants you to be well in all aspects of your life!

It took me some time to come to this realizations and it took me longer to understand that God hadn't healed me for a purpose. Sometimes it's hard for us to understand why we must endure things we think we shouldn't have to endure. Becoming a Christian doesn't mean that bad things will stop happening to you. It just means that God will use those bad things in your life to help others who will experience similar situations.

I have been off my medications for almost 3 years now, but only because we are planning to begin our family in January and we know it's best to keep my system clean of these medications for at least 6 months leading up to pregnancy. I know without any doubt that Christ loves me. I feel no condemnation or judgement from the one judge that matters. I am still trusting God for a complete and total healing and I'm getting closer everyday. We have even started eating better and I admit that it has helped quite a bit more than I ever thought it would. There are some days when I still struggle in my mind, but each day that I win the battle and weather the storm inside, is another victory for Jesus! Don't give up and don't lose hope. Your story isn't over yet!!

If you or someone you know is in need of assistance, our friends at Project Semicolon have lots of resources available for you and you can find help here. Their main tagline reads

"A semicolon represents a sentence the author could have ended, but chose not to. The sentence is your life and the author is you." 

The strongest theme and motto for the movement is "Your story isn't over yet" which is something that truly resonated with me, and one that I hope others will draw inspiration from. Let God be the one who decides when your story is complete. You have so much more to do!! If God hasn't taken you yet, it's because He still has a plan for you. Cling to your creator and continue to look toward bright horizons. Don't fixate on the endings, but look forward to fresh starts and new beginnings. It's never too late to start over with God and His mercies are fresh every single day!!

If you would like to donate to help funding for mental health awareness and education, you can do so here.

31 July 2015


Please note: This was a post I have struggled to publish.
I have not used this blog too often to put too much personal information out there,
but after studying about unity and maturity in the body of Christ through Ephesians, I knew I needed to be authentic. I hope you accept the following with open arms, knowing that I am bearing my very soul to you.Not many people know the struggle that I have faced, but I am beginning to realize that it's important to share in each other's burdens.
SO here I bear my burdens, sharing with you in my heartache, that I might also encourage you, bearing your burdens as my own.

Today is Mother's Day.
Growing up, I never dreamed that this day could be associated with anything but happiness, joy, and thankfulness. When we experienced the miscarriage of our only baby on October 31st 2014, bracing myself for Mother's Day was something I didn't think to do. With the pain of my loss and everything on my plate with Christmas just around the corner, this seemingly distant holiday was not on my mind. But regardless if I was prepared or not, it arrived the following May as scheduled, and it knocked me on my butt.
There were many people who said "Happy Mother's Day" in assumption. I was a 28 year old married woman. Why wouldn't I be a mother by now, right? 
There were people who knew I wasn't a mother and badgered me about having a baby, telling me how my clock was ticking and that I was running out of time. 
Some made comments to the effect of "Just become a mother so you can celebrate with us!"
Then, of course, I was witness to a barrage of friends celebrating their first and second Mother's Day with their newborns and toddlers... all friends of which are my age. My Instagram feed lit up with photos of flowers and gifts hash-tagged with "thankful" and "blessed".
I was even appointed to be the one to hand out the yearly gifts to all the mothers at church because they needed a non-mother to do it. Being in leadership, I put on my biggest smile, passed out each gift, looked into the eye of every mother and wished them a happy Mother's Day. The glint of pride in each set of eyes, was like another needle into my heart.

I'm sure none of the comments I received were made maliciously, and I in no way fault anyone for displaying and announcing their blessings for the world to admire and share in rejoice, but you could imagine the devastating power each blow had to my now barren uterus.

I struggled with thoughts of why... I asked God why He had allowed all these women this precious gift of motherhood, yet had taken mine away. Since before Nathan and I married, I longed to be a stay at home mother. I've wanted to be the caregiver of the product of the third greatest love I've ever been afforded (God, My Mother, My Husband). I've wanted to feel that joy and I've wanted to experience that right of passage as a woman. I've wanted to be a mother and not long after I discovered I would be one, I found myself suddenly without.
I was an unmother.
And with the added weight of the Mother's Day frenzy upon me, I cracked beneath my smile.

I cried for awhile until God granted me relief enough to pick up and continue on in His will. We were reassured of His promise for us to bare a child naturally despite my body's objections and we began to prepare ourselves for the miracle we knew was coming. We readied our hearts and began to ready our home.

Then today came.
Just as I felt progress being made within my heart, today happened.

It has been over a year and I thought with all the progress we've made and the joy in my heart, Mother's Day would not affect me the way it did last year. I was wrong. I attended church this morning, greeting people as I entered and I headed towards the classroom to get set up for children's church. We were still unsure if the pastor wanted it to commence on this special holiday, but I prepared just the same. It wasn't until I completed my set up and had written "the Great Commission" on the white board that I looked up to see the banner the children from our guest church had made. Brightly painted hand prints and names written beside them with the same tiny hands. I felt it swell up inside me and I begin to break down. Not even a minute later my husband entered the room, set aside his agenda, and wrapped his arms around me. The floodgates had opened and I sobbed into his chest for several minutes. He rubbed my back and told me it was okay... and although those words seem so simple, they were exactly what I needed to hear in that moment.
"It's okay. I know. It's okay."
I composed myself enough to get through song service in which I sang, and the composure lasted throughout the service (no children's church after all) until the dreaded moment had arrived. I remembered this moment from last year. As the pastor began to call all the mothers up, I looked at Nathan and said, "I hope she doesn't ask me to do it. It kills me." No later than the words had escaped my mouth, I was called upon to be the non-mother that handed out the gifts to all the mothers of the church. I did as I was asked, and just as the year before, I put on my biggest smile, passed out each gift, looked into the eye of every mother and wished them a happy Mother's Day. It hadn't gotten any easier.

What had happened to this day I once looked forward to? The festivities were mere reminders that I was not allowed to join in. I was not a mother, but not only that, I was an unmother. I was a mother who's heart leaped for joy at the expectation of her baby... a mother robbed of her motherhood before she even had a chance to meet her child, to kiss her baby's little cheeks, or feel her baby's fingers tightly wrap around her own. It did't matter how long that life was in me... there was LIFE. IN. ME. No one saw me as a mother. I had no child to prove that I once held life inside me. My oven was broken and everyone sat around me with their loaves of bread asking me why I haven't baked yet.

I reiterate that I know none of the comments I received were made maliciously, and I in no way fault anyone from being joyous and thankful on Mother's Day... but what I am saying is...

If there's an unmother in your life, someone who has lost a child before birth or before the annual thanking of mothers, let her know that you're thinking about her. Take some time and show her that you're there for her. She needs to know that she's not alone. She needs to know that you understand that even though her child isn't alive today, she is still a giver of life. Speak life into her. Instead of joking around, maybe give her some words of encouragement. Let her know that you are praying for God's will in her life. Be careful not to say that you're praying for a child for her, but instead simply let her know that God's will is most important. Tell her that sometimes God doesn't always share what His plans are, but He loves her and He cares for her. Lend her a shoulder should she need to cry and an ear should she need to speak. Your presence of encouragement makes a world of difference.

Maybe you have experienced loss yourself. Perhaps Mother's Day is as hard for you as it is for me. Remember first and foremost to thank God for your own mother. Having a heart of thanksgiving helps us keep our focus on things above. Make sure she knows that you are grateful for all she has done for you (this applies to those of us who had adoptive mothers, grandmothers, and/or mentors who have stood in the gap for absent mothers). Next, pray! Pray for God to give you strength. Pray for God's will in your life. It's okay to be sad, but it's not good to stay there.
If you need to talk, talk to God. He hears us when we pray. If you need a sounding board, find someone you can open up to about it. Seek advice from those who are like-minded and equally yoked... meaning, if you are a Believer, you should find solace within your community of Believers. Speaking to someone who doesn't understand the Faith based following of God's will may lead you and your mind down a path God never intended for you to walk. Be aware that in most cases, the things that hurt are usually unintentional. Don't let your hurt become your bitterness.

Something that helps me is thinking about the wonderful life our baby is experiencing in heaven right now, at this very moment. Our baby will never know pain or sorrow. Our baby will never be disappointed or rejected. Our baby will never know of war or drought or famine or disease. Our baby is sitting in the lap of Jesus, filled with unexplainable joy and happiness, waiting for us to join them there. I look forward to that and I take great comfort in knowing these things.

I know this post has been a long one and I only pray that it is accepted in the right ways. It was informative in nature and therapeutic in result. I pray that it has helped you in some capacity or another.

As for me, I have picked myself up after a hard day and renewed my strength in the Lord. I know that Mother's Day will not always feel this way for me. Nathan and I are still resting in God's promise that we will one day have a baby of our own. I am encouraged that God continues to prepare us for a miracle (or miracles) and we continue to move forward in Him. God is so good to me.

25 July 2015

Becoming Unveiled

I am a daily reader of the emails I get from Jennifer at the Unveiled Wife. Almost everyday they hit just the right chord with what is going on in my life at that very moment, verifying the fact that she is prayerful in the way she words her emails and blog posts. I know that she is an instrument used by our Mighty God to witness to me exactly when I need to be moved by Him.

Something I have recently learned through reading Jennifer's book is the importance of being unveiled.

- First and foremost, I am constantly striving to become most honest and transparent with the One who knows me better than I know myself, my Lord, Jesus Christ. I have begun to grow in my relationship with Him, through my transparency, in ways I would have never expected to grow.
- Secondly, I'm learning to be open with my husband, choosing to have intimate conversations about the corners of my mind I have previously chosen to keep hidden. I feel our bond has deepened tremendously and our understanding of one another pushed to new bounds. We are actively striving to improve communication.
- Third, I'm trying to be candid in the things I post online. I am aware of the dangers of the world wide web, but I know the interactions we have in cyberspace can have a huge positive and life changing effect on people. Just as negativity and cyber-bullying are life impacting, I know from experience that encouraging words of wisdom, Biblical truths, and honest personal experiences can speak volumes to someone's well-being.

The third of which I know by experience to be true. I stumbled across Jennifer's book "The Unveiled Wife" by nothing less than God's divine direction. I was longing to reestablish an intimate connection with my husband, scouring the internet for articles and advice as how to bring my marriage to it's highest potential. I am a seriously flawed woman married to a seriously flawed man, and we are just two flawed broken people attempting to be better. No matter how much we press into God and His word, we are human; flawed and failing. Sadly it's in our nature to self-destruct, but I was not satisfied with complacency. If our marriage was one to be God-glorifying, there were definite changes needing to be made, but the flame of success was snuffed out by pride.

It was a few days ago when I read the words of Jennifer's Daily Marriage Prayer, that I realized I needed to excel in compassion. I might have shown glimpses of it here and there, but I was severely lacking in this area. The following prayer spoke volumes from my heart:
I do know that I am not at all as compassionate as I should be with my husband. He is so very patient with me, yet I fail to be kind, patient or generous with him. I thank God so much for bringing this to my attention and when He did, my heart was met with immediate conviction. I began to pray about my attitude toward my husband and I began to think about the way I've treated him lately. 

He doesn't deserve short answers said through irritated tones. He doesn't deserve a cold shoulder when we are in disagreement. He doesn't deserve slammed doors or heavy sighs, turned up noses or crooked jaws, crossed arms or turned backs. And if I feel he does, indeed, deserve those things whilst in the heat of the moment, I have to remember one thing... I deserved all those things, but Christ was compassionate with me. I deserved every bit of judgement and punishment, but Christ had compassion on me. He answered softly and calmly. He held my hand and caressed my face. He looked into my eyes, His filled with love, and forgave me. He loved me and was kind, patient and generous to me when I least deserved it.

I know if I am to be molded into the likeness of Christ, I need to embrace the compassion He has shown me, and show that same compassion to my husband. I need to meet uncomfortable or heated situations with love and kindness. I have to lay my pride aside and remember to treat my husband with dignity and respect, softness and gentleness, love and forgiveness. 

I challenge you to think about the way you've interacted with your husband today. Have you been compassionate toward him? Have you emoted kindness, patience and generosity? Have you meant it?
I challenge you to pray about this area of your marriage. I challenge you to make a change.
I challenge you to forgive yourself as God has forgiven you, forgive you husband in the like, and move forward in compassion from this day on.

If you haven't read Jennifer's book, I encourage you to look into it here.
If you are interested in her blog, you can read it here.
If you are in need of prayer, you can leave a comment below or contact me at lovealeethoughts@gmail.com

15 June 2015

Can You Handle It?

Your baby has cancer.

She's not quite a baby anymore, but she's your only child... a miracle birthed from years of infertility and hormone treatments. She is the center of your world. You spent her entire childhood protecting her as best as you could. You prayed for her daily. You raised her up in the ways of the Lord. You've watched her grow into a beautiful young woman who is compassionate and caring. She lights up every room she enters and she truly has been a blessing from God. You are so thankful that God has allowed you a daughter so precious, but there she lies in that hospital bed and you are unable to make it better. This is one boo-boo you can't kiss. You'd trade places with her in a heartbeat,
but God has not granted that request thus far.
She's not upset, but you are.
The mounting medical bills,
the straining to hold onto hope that she will be healed,
the days you've missed at work that have led to excessive worrying about your job security,
your marriage is cracking beneath the pressures of this crisis...
it's all too much.
Your mind keeps playing a loop of something you've heard your whole life
and a seed of resentment begins to grow in your heart.

"God will never give you more than you can bear."

"Why God?! You promised you wouldn't give me more than I can handle.
But this, God?  I can't handle this."

It's something often quoted at the precipice of a difficult time, in the midst of a darkened tragedy, and even when grieving for lost life. Everyone says it. People who don't even believe in God say it. Christians say it, and I don't just mean the people who only attend church on Christmas and Easter, but those who earnestly seek God. And sadly, most all of those who share this phrase with others believe it is true. 

The problem with believing it's true is that it's not.
It's not true at all.

The fallacy above comes from a misinterpretation of Biblical scripture.
That of which I am referring to appears to us in 1 Corinthians 10:13. It reads,
The Bible never states that God won't give you more than you can handle, but rather never more temptation than you can bare, and with that temptation He provides a way out of that temptation. 

What people fail to see is that God does, in fact, quite often, allow us to endure things in life that are way too much to bear. We often face things in life that feel unbearable. The weight of the life's circumstances sometimes feel as if we'll easily be crushed beneath the weight of it all. It's when this happens that those who believe in the saying feel betrayed and lied to.
But these are the moments we were created to press in.
These are the moments we were created to turn to our Creator.
These are the moments we are to devote to prayer, fasting and reading the Bible to
gather our strength from God.

When we take time and dig into God's word for ourselves, we find amazing comfort and strength!!

Psalm 73:26 reads:

Even better are the scriptures we find in Isaiah 40:28-31 which read:

Maybe your baby doesn't have cancer. Maybe that's not the battle you are facing right now.
Perhaps it's finances. It could be employment issues. Maybe it's family troubles. Maybe your marriage is facing some really tough trials. Perhaps it's anxiety or depression. Maybe you're dealing with the loss of a spouse or loved one.
You're not alone.

First and foremost, God is with you. There is a lot of power in prayer. Believe me. I've prayed and prayed until I got an answer. Sometimes we just have to seek His face with unwavering faith and submission to His will for our lives.

There are also people out there who care about you. If you need prayer, feel free to submit a request in the comments. I will pray for you!! We are called to lift each other up in prayer. We need to start being honest with ourselves and with each other. We are all brothers and sisters in Christ, but we need to put our sibling rivalry to bed and pick up the compassion we are called to exude.
There is also great power in team prayer!
 The Bible says in Matthew 18:19-20:

My pastor used to say something after he'd give a message that I hope would stick with you as much as it did with me. He said, "Don't take my word for it. See for yourself!"
It's so important to not just take the word of others when it comes to God.
It's our job to open our Bibles (or Bible apps) and see for ourselves.
People are flawed and we make mistakes. Sometimes misquotes about God become sayings that can turn hearts from God. Be careful when you are comforting others by using God's name... be sure what you are sharing with them is Biblical!!

1 Peter 4:11 says: