In Exodus 17:11-12 we see two companions of Moses, Aaron and Hur, standing alongside Moses through this battle, when Moses raised his hand with the rod of God they were winning the battle, but when his arm grew tired, and started to stoop they were losing. So Aaron and Hur stepped in, and helped raised Moses hand. They were all in the battle together. In the end they all won.
One step at a time we take, as we realize that our faith is not just a one and done phenomenon; but rather a lifetime of drawing closer to God through the highs and lows of life, and believe me their will be both. Yet, despite the peace and joy that God brings, drawing close is still an intentional daily choice of obedience and sacrifice, to stay cultivated and fresh.
Sadness, the aching of a bleeding heart, the kind that sometimes seems unfillable? A void. A stillness in the air that echoes in your heart. Have you ever had days like this?
It was 2002, my boyfriend (now husband) and I decided to take the next step in our journey of faith. We both had accepted Jesus as our Lord and Savior and were ready for whatever God had in store for us. So in a local hotel’s pool we openly confessed to others the proclamation that we so intimately made between God.
Her favorite blanket was missing. Sure she has others, but this is her new favorite. A cute blanket with a cow on it that she lovingly refers to as ‘moo-moo’. We looked for a while, but nothing showed up. So she stopped and said, “I know what to do!” With her eyes clinched together she prayed, “Lord, please help me find my Moo-Moo, Amen.”
The snow has already fallen, the Christmas decorations are hung, and thoughts of what Christmas truly means fills my mind. A time of reflection of our Savior, a time of peace. Yet the true meaning of Christmas sometimes slips away as commercials and the “me” mentality take its place. We write lists of what we want, and what will make us feel special.
After coming home from the Real Housewives Retreat, I could not stop thinking of the enormous flock of black birds that swarmed the dining hall that last meal we had together. It was enough for us all to get out of our seats and stare out the windows (nobody dared to go outside though!).
I think it is so important to be a good steward of all that God has entrusted to us, including our finances. When we were a family of 4 we were spending approximately $150 per week in groceries and toiletries. Since then we have implanted some simple transitions to our grocery shopping and although we have increased our family size to 5, we have still saved approximately $50 per week. Here are some of my inside tips.
I was born in the 1950’s and was adopted by hard working immigrant parents which gave me an idyllic start to my sometimes controversial life. They provided a stable & peaceful home filled with kindness and generosity.
I am excited to announce that Poured Out His Love won the Liebster Award! It’s an award given to blogs with less than 200 followers in any one social outlet. It’s designed to show recognition and appreciation for an up-and-coming blog. Poured Out His Love was nominated by Living Story, a great blog that you should definitely check out; you’re sure to receive an extra dose of encouragement this morning!