It’s gonna be a bright…bright…sunshine-y day….

I’m here to tell you that there is light at the end of every dark tunnel. If you can’t see it, it’s either because you have a little farther to go or you’ve stopped in the middle.

I know, I holed up in a little dark alcove for awhile myself.

What makes me mad about that is I was like a rat, headed for the cheese in the same trap that got me so many times before. Yet, I blindly and ignorantly walked into it again.

Riddle: How do you get this author to get her Survivor torch snuffed out?

Answer: Get her sick.

It’s the devil’s go-to method with me and I’m sad to say it works 80% of the time. Maybe 90%.

One day I’ll learn that the joy and peace (and sanity) should RISE WITH a temperature, not go down.

Because after awhile, I’m in a vicious cycle. Am I still sick because I’m feeling so down and out? Or do I feel so down and out because I’m sick?

And this Covid-19 can really put you in a terrible head space: Is this an allergy cough? A corona cough? Who touched the gas pump before me? Does this Bath & Body Works hand sanitizer even kill germs? 

I’ll admit, I’m still a little freaked out. I have loved ones waiting on test results now and I am worried. But I also know that God is in control.

I had a revelation this morning. There are people on Facebook screaming “Come to God now!” “This is His judgment.” “You better turn.” And for the most part, people who believed, still believe. People who didn’t, still don’t. It baffles me.

I don’t know if this is the Lord’s judgment.

I do know this. He knew this was going to happen before it happened. And He can’t be very happy with the state of America. I mean, this is a country founded on Christian beliefs and that’s all but gone now.

So, yeah, maybe I’d be a little concerned and think, “Maybe we should look at this like we are doing something wrong.” But we don’t; none of us ever do.

We point fingers and lay blame and refuse to believe any opinion that’s not our own.

Quite like they did in the Old Testament.

“No, we don’t want to go into a land of milk and honey. We want to go back into bondage.” We are so scared of change and the fear of the unknown that we cling to what’s familiar, even if it is destroying us.

It’s time to let go of our crippling fears and anxieties. It’s time to push through the darkness and find that ray of light. It’s time to stand up and start moving toward that final prize, an eternity with the Savior.

Sick or well, alone or quarantining in a crowded house, rich or poor, essential or not, we ALL need to gravitate toward the hope that is in Christ. Only then will we be completely free.

Gear Up: Hope

It’s Sunday night! Time to gear up for a new week. As always, the best way to do that is to PUT ON THE ARMOR OF GOD (Ephesians 6:10-18) but we also will focus on ONE area to strengthen our walk with the Lord. Just one focus to help us grow a faith that cannot fade with the demands of life and the pressures of this world. This week we will focus on HOPE!

When my daughter lay dying in the hospital, there was a general motto in the PICU: Prepare for the worst, hope for the best. I adopted that motto and lived it for another decade. One day I was sharing this philosophy with a gentleman I can only assume God put in my path because he didn’t mince words. “That’s the dumbest thing I ever heard. So, you mean to tell me that you get yourself all worked up over stuff that may never happen?” At first taken aback, I allowed his words to settle.

Was her death any easier because I allowed it to rattle around in my head as a possibility first? Not at all. Did I waste time preparing for her death instead of cherishing every moment of her life? Absolutely.

And what’s worse, I was still robbing myself of life by keeping this same attitude.

Preparing for the worst doesn’t make things easier. Holding on to hope- that hope that is found in Christ Jesus- is what gives us life.

Let go of your tightly wound fears this week and open up your heart to HOPE.