Our God Reigns!

Seeing this sweet perching of morning doves is such a mixed blessing this morning.  They are able to sit there because yesterday I was able to cut down the massive out branching of a clematis from lower on the trellis.  Also washed the flagstone patio of dirt and some algae.  I should have worn a mask for both projects.  Acute sickness and violent convulsive episodes followed within the hour and at the beginning of a sweet Skype call with my hubby’s son and family.  So sad.
However, the experience was diagnostic in that I am dealing with biotoxin illness now more than anything else.  Also I am tolerating targeted treatments for this for the first time in 4 of these 5 1/2 years of illness.  Lord willing, I am going to get well!
Gentle Reader, let the morning doves portray the hope that I have each new day in my Lord and Savior,  Jesus Christ.  No matter what may come, our God reigns!  Very fitting the week before Easter don’t you think?


Sunday afternoons can be the hardest

After my former spouse left me, I experienced what most would now call a “Extreme Life Makeover!”  Moving my residence 5 times, losing my home, the work injuries, the condo fire, feeling destitute, deaths in the family, oh my!, I could go on.  I won’t because every single trial was ordained by God to bring me to His throne of grace, to rely totally on Him, and to understand Him as my Heavenly Husband, Lord, and King.  The restoration that followed would blow your socks off if you knew me in 2003 and in 2012.  Many thought I would turn away from the Lord during those dark days.  Er, no, I became humbled, dependent on a worthy Savior. He sustained then restored me and for that I am grateful.

I am grateful that He has chosen to bless me in this season of my life.  Wow.  I thought I was going to write about how difficult Sunday afternoons were as a “separated” then “single” woman in her late forties, back then.  I thought I was going to vent the trouble I had this Sunday afternoon when I found myself very alone.  Er, no, guess not.

Isn’t blogging great?  You can talk yourself out of all kinds of things.  Barking with a purpose.

Take care all.  With love,  Julie