I wrote this the day after I found out my second marriage was ending and 3 days before my mother died. It stands as a witnesses that God supports us in our trials and sufferings and gives us peace. Today I stand as a witness that no matter what horrible thing you’re enduring, God has a way of working it all out for your good in happy ways. Hang on, hold on, look to Him. He’s got you.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Have you ever prayed about something, got a clear direction to take, and when you took it, it lead to pain and disappointment? I don’t know about you, but when that happens to me, my first instinct is to doubt my ability to receive revelation. That’s a scary feeling not to trust that you heard from God when you really felt certain you did.

It’s becoming clear to me that I need to stop second guessing inspiration and stop losing confidence in my spiritual gifts just because pain follows.

I am coming to understand that pathways we feel inspired to travel, that look like failures, are there to mold us into the people our Father knows we can become.

These detours of pain shape us into more compassionate, empathetic people. We learn important lessons that go with us into the future.

Here I stand, facing yet another challenging road that I felt inspired to travel — one that held such promise, but now is racked with pain.

Today, I sat in church praying and felt like the words were given me to pray, “Father let this make me purer, more holy, more wise, more refined. Let it make me more like my Savior.”

Immediately this hymn came to mind and I turned to it in the hymnal “More Holiness Give Me” written by Philip Paul Bliss.

More holiness give me,
More strivings within,
More patience in suff’ring,
More sorrow for sin,
More faith in my Savior,
More sense of his care,
More joy in his service,
More purpose in prayer.

2. More gratitude give me,
More trust in the Lord,
More pride in his glory,
More hope in his word,
More tears for his sorrows,
More pain at his grief,
More meekness in trial,
More praise for relief.

3. More purity give me,
More strength to o’ercome,
More freedom from earth-stains,
More longing for home.
More fit for the kingdom,
More used would I be,
More blessed and holy–
More, Savior, like thee

Thank you, Father, for the paths that hold both joy and pain. Thank you for loving me enough to let me grow and enough to stand by me with Your peace that passes all understanding as I do. #HealingMyHeart

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