Don’t Take, Wait For God To Bless You.

    A few months ago, I got back into listening to podcasts. I turned on “She Reads Truth,” a favourite of mine. The second episode I listened to that week was about Genesis 14-16 and how God told Abram and Sarai that He would give them a son. But Sarai didn’t trust or believe God could do it; she took matters into her own hands and took the blessing that God wanted to give them. I then spent a few days meditating on it. I decided that it would be used as a “bonus” or “filler” post if I ever needed it. Meaning that it was’t a really big personal lesson that I needed to learn like the rest of my posts.  I wasn’t able to post last week due to time and energy. So I’m sharing it with you now to “make up” for last week, and either later today or tomorrow, I will be writing about what God taught me this past week.

    In Genesis 15&16 we read about how Abram and Sarai, later known as Abraham and Sarah, were old and childless, but God told Abram that He would give him a child from his own body. “And, behold, the word of the Lord came unto him, saying, this shall not be thine air; but he that shall come forth out of thine own bowels shall be thine hair.” Genesis 15:4 KJV. Despite the fact that both Abram and his wife were well past childbearing years. Abram believed and credited it to God. “And he believed in the Lord; and he counted it to him for righteousness.” 15:6. Unfortunately, Sarai was a little more synical, skyptical and doubted. Can you blame her? Haven’t we all doubted God at one time or another? We have a very finite point of view, which is how God made us. It brings a little chuckle to my heart because God did it on purpose. He deliberatly made us with a much smaller view of everything so that way He can blow our minds and “show” off as it were and show us that His ideas, plans and perspectives are so much bigger and better than ours.

    Because Sarai doubted God and His abilities, she took matters into her own hands. Again, if we are honest, we have likely all done this at some point in our lives. Sarai took her slave Hagar and gave her to Abram to build a family through her. “Now Sarai Abram’s wife bare him no children: and she had a handmaid, an Egyptian, whose name was Hagar. And Sarai said unto Abram, Behold how the Lord has restrained me from bearing: I pray thee, go into my maid; it may be that I may obtain children by her. And Abram hearkened to the voice of Sarai.” Genesis 16:1-2 KJV. She was thinking logically and solving a problem. What she didn’t take into account was how this would affect her marriage, her own emotions and ultimately, God’s ability to bless her with her own children. Instead of waiting on God, she took from God. Again, we are all likely guilty of doing this in our own lives at some time or other. I’m not saying it’s right or that I agree with her. I’m just saying that we all fall short of God’s glory.

    The result of this disobedience was that she had now broken her one-flesh union with her husband Abram. Who also has a role to play in this ordeal. He believed God would give him and his wife a child of their own naturally. But when Sarai suggested they do it their own way and not God’s way, he should have stood up as the leader of his home and told Sarai that they would wait on God. That being said, I’m not throwing all the blame on him either. They both had their part to play in the matter.

    The point in all this is that instead of waiting on God to bless them. Sarai simply took control, took matters into her own hands and took away God’s blessing. As hard as it is sometimes, and it is. We need to wait on the Lord when He tells us that He is going to bless us and do something for us.

    Funny thing is that this happened in our home this week. Hubby had eaten a couple of pieces of pizza and was saving the crust for Blessing. In her defense the plate was on her level, but she doesn’t usually steal food. But the temptation overtook her. She was mid lick on the crust when hubby noticed what she was doing and put her in time out. Yes, we believe she knows what that means. Anyways, I walk in the door from doing groceries, and hubby fills me in on what just happened. We agreed that after her time out, she could have one of the crusts, but not both. Does she fully understand that part? I don’t know. But it reminded me of the passage of scripture I had listened to earlier in the week about Abram and Sari and how we should wait on God to bless us instead of just taking things for ourselves. Obviously, Blessing’s disobedience doesn’t have the same consequences that Sarai and Abram’s actions did. But it gave me a chuckle and solidified the lesson in my heart. Don’t take, wait for God to bless you.

I pray this blesses and encourages you today, friend.

God Bless

~Hannah

Overcoming Complaining, Gossiping and Slandering.

    The Holy Spirit has recently been convicting me of my sin of complaining, gossiping and slandering. It's hard to admit that in writing, and knowing that people will read this and know the truth. Yes, I could choose not to post this blog. But I love my blog and want to share the things that God is working on in my heart, and so I'm being brave and vulnerable and sharing. I also share to encourage those who read this that they are not alone in their struggles.

    As believers, we are called to confess our sin to each other, and then pray for each other. I'm not necessarily asking for your prayer, but I am confessing this area of sin in my life. It actually took me a couple of days before I told hubby about this recent conviction. I've been super quiet at home recently, which is unusual, and he was worried that something was wrong. He was and is so proud of me for admitting this area of sin in my life, and is likely looking forward to the change that God is doing in me, as am I.

    I work in a factory , which can be a breeding ground for all of these things, so it can be easy to get caught up in all of it. Plus, there have been some changes in management recently, which has brought on some stress. But neither is an excuse for this bad behaviour, and I will be watching my tongue a whole lot more from now on.

As believers are called to be set apart, I need to walk more in that. Out of everything I write about and share, this area of struggle feels like the hardest to admit to. I think I'm part it's hard to admit to because I wonder what people will think of me. I have to remind myself that at the end of the day, the only opinion that matters is God's, and then mine and my husband's and right now all three of us are proud of me. So I guess that's all that matters. Which I suppose sounds prideful, it wasn’t intended to.

    What does this all look like going forward? Well, I'm quieter for one thing. Which was scaring poor hubby. In the past, when I was quiet, it meant that I'm mad, and then he has to ask me several times over why I'm mad, and then I finally tell him, but instead of just telling him, I expode. So understandably, he was a little concerned. We are both getting used to this new reality. I have also noticed that I have more peace in my spirit and soul. It also means that I have to figure out my thoughts a little more than before, but I believe it's good and helps me practice self-control. Which is a fruit of the Spirit.😉

    Now that I'm practicing not complaining, I expect that I will be less pessimistic and more optimistic. In reality, complaining, gossiping and slandering don't help anyone. All they do is hurt people, and I don't want to hurt people. I want to embrace God's love for me and share it with those around me. Mom and I were on the phone visiting while I walked Blessing this afternoon, and she instantly noticed that I sounded really good. Like I’m doing well. I told her that I was doing very well. It didn’t hurt that I had a great day, but overall, my Spirit and soul feel lighter, and I feel more peace. For which I praise God.

    I pray that this encourages, challenges and blesses you in whatever way you need today, friend. I pray that if you do struggle with any of these things, you would turn away from them and feel the peace and freedom that I am now enjoying.

God Bless

~Hannah

Heading down a fresh new beautiful path with God.

Walk Your Own Path

    One afternoon, a week or so ago, Blessing and I set out for our walk. I had been thinking recently of shortening her walk a little and making it more manageable for me. As we headed down our street, I was pondering which route to take. Before we got off our street, the Holy Spirit told me which route to take. One we had walked before, but I had forgotten about. At about the halfway point of our route, we were walking along a sidewalk that was not plowed. So we did our best to follow the footprints from those who had gone before us, which worked for a few minutes but eventually got awkward, because that person's gate is different than mine and therefore their foot steps don't match mine. Meaning that after a few steps, you have to really pay attention to the next footprint because it's not in the spot you want it to be.

    As I was attempting to walk in someone else's footprints, the Holy Spirit reminded me of the importance of walking my own path and not in other's footsteps. Oh, my goodness. What a moment and powerful metaphor. Of which I was not expecting. I was simply taking Blessing out for a walk and was debating listening to a podcast as I did so. I'm glad I didn't listen to one, though. They have their place, and I enjoy them, but I would have missed out on this amazing message and lesson from God if I had been listening to a podcast.

    You see, it all started a few weeks ago. I was thinking how there are some married woman in my life who don't dress up very much, and I think they should dress up for their husband's more often, and dress more like how I dress. Yes, I can hear the arrogance and pride seeping through with every word. My hubby likes it when I get dressed up, and I love getting dressed up for both of us. Also, because of my personal choices, being that I don't wear pants, skirts and dresses are naturally more dressy and therefore the majority of my wardrobe is 'Sunday best.' again, I know I sound supper prideful and arrogant right now. Just give me a minute. I also know that everyone is different, and some men like it when their wives dress up, some like jeans and a t-shirt, and again, some like yoga or track pants on their wives. God has made us all different and given us different tastes, and it's important to respect and honor those tastes and opinions.

    Anyways, when the Holy Spirit talked to me that day on our walk, He was talking about more than just clothing. He was also saying that everyone has a different path in life and that we should not compare His plan for our life vs someone else's life. Easier said than done, of course.

    Fast forward to this week. This morning, in fact. I was spending time reading my Bible and praying. I've been struggling to hear God for the last few days and feeling a bit frustrated about it. I've been rethinking how I spend time with God and wondering if I need to change up my methods to hear better. I have still been praying and reminding myself that even if I can't hear Him in the moment, I know that He does hear me and is answering my prayers according to His will. I know all this because He has answered countless prayers over the years, and He doesn't change. Meaning that even if I can't hear Him in this moment, it doesn't mean that He can't hear me anymore or that I can't hear Him. I was then comparing my husband's relationship with God to my relationship with God. Hubby now hears God more than I do, and for that I am so grateful. He has grown into such an amazing man of God and leader in our home, and I am so blessed. Anyways, while I was comparing my relationship with God to hubby's relationship with God, the Holy Spirit gently reminded me to 'stay in my own lane' and not compare my path with hubby's path. I think my first thought was, 'fair enough,' and possibly followed by, 'hey, I can hear your voice again.'

    So. Now I need to practice staying in my own lane and not comparing my path to other people's paths. I need to focus on following Jesus and loving others.

I pray that this post at least gives you a little chuckle, and at best, it challenged and encouraged you.

God Bless

~Hannah

Driving Through The Storm

    This past Friday, hubby and I were getting ready for Bible study. It would be an hr drive to our host's house. We knew the roads would be rough because of the snowstorm outside.

    Our host lovingly called to confirm whether we were coming because of the weather. I said we were on our way and we're prepared for the weather.

    Hubby and I drove out of our apartment parking lot a few minutes later and headed for the highway. The roads were gross, and the wind was blowing the snow all around. We live in southern Ontario, so farm country. Unlike the north, where I am from, we don't have any trees to block the wind and blowing snow.

We started driving down the small highway. We prayed and confirmed with God that He still wanted us to go to Bible study. He said He was going to take us through the storm. And storm it was. Wind was blowing snow all over the place, making visibility and road conditions bad. So we turned up the worship music and had a praise session through the storm on the way to Bible study. By God's grace, we arrived safely.

    Once Bible study was finished, we visited for a while and then headed home. We left our host's house and started driving down the road. By God's grace, we got through some very unplowed roads as we left the subdivision. Then we had the snow drifts along with blowing snow down the main road. We had minimal visibility as the wind blew the snow for a minute, and then it would calm down, and then all I could see was snow. We also passed several other vehicles on the road while the wind was blowing. So all I could see was blowing snow and headlights coming at me. On the right side of the car was the top of the drifts, which were around 4 ft tall. I kept even pressure on the gas paddle and just kept going. Hubby prayed and asked God to clear the road ahead. A minute later, the wind stopped for good, and the roads were clear. Snow-covered, but plowed. God answered our prayers. Our SUV doesn't have all-wheel drive, nor do we have good winter tires. We have all-season tires, which are better than the ones we had on before. But it's only by God's grace, mercy and protection that we made it through those drifts and blowing snow. He was with us in our vehicle on Friday night, driving us home. He is always with us, of course, but even more so that night.

    We stopped for gas in Sarnia, grabbed a coffee at McDonald's for hubby so that he could stay away and keep me company while I drove. I didn't need a coffee because my stomach was in knots from the blowing wind and snow drifts that God had driven us through a few minutes prior to our stop. We left Sarnia and took the small highway that connects Sarnia to Wallaceburg, and drove smoothly home.

    About 20 minutes before getting home, our host called us. She said that she hasn't heard from us yet and that everyone else from Bible study, minus one couple, had all tried to go home and then turned back to our host’s home and stayed the night at their house. She said that people were stuck in the snow and in the ditch and wanted to check on us. Over the speaker phone that hubby turned on after picking up the phone for me, I told her that we were still 20 minutes away from home, but the road was clear, and we were driving a respectable speed. I told her that the drive leaving her home was a terrible mess. She was glad that we were safe and confirmed that I would still text her once we arrived safely in our apartment. In hind sight, I should have told her how long of a drive we expected to have so she would have had an idea of when to expect my text. But either way, we appreciated her calling.

    Twenty minutes later, we arrived home, and I took Blessing for a bedtime pee. After texting our host and my in-laws because they, too, are a part of our Bible study, we climbed into bed.

    Hubby and I spent part of Saturday morning reminiscing on how good God is and that it was only through Him that we got home safely. We have gotten stuck in much less snow before and had to dig ourselves out.

    Friend, if you don't already know or need a reminder, we serve and worship a powerful and mighty God. The creator of the heavens and the earth and the one who sent His one and only son to die on the cross for our sins.

    If you don't know God yet, then I pray that you would come to have a relationship with Him. I pray that reading my blog would show you who God is in my life and all the things He has done in and through me. Maybe you didn't grow up with faith, or maybe you grew up with some form of faith or religion and have turned away for whatever reason. Whatever the case may be, you are loved by God, and He wants to have a relationship with you. A personal relationship.

I pray that this testimony of God's goodness and protection would encourage you today, friend.

God Bless

~Hannah 

My mom feeding birds on "The Granny Bench" trail.

No Longer Looking for Man's Approval.

    God did an amazing miracle in my life late last week. That has changed my life, and I still can’t believe it. I have struggled with self-hatred and self-worth issues for as long as I can remember. I also try to stay busy for busy sake and to avoid my pain.

    I have been slowly working through Joyce Meyer's book, 'Authentically, uniquely you.' I read it a few years ago, and then I was gifted a copy shortly after I read the library's copy. I thought, in January, it would be a good book to start off the year with. God has been using it along with His Spirit to help me along in my journey. I reject myself very regularly, and the enemy has a heyday regularly telling me that I'm not worth it and such.

    

    The other morning at work, I was very worked up and fighting in my head with my husband, over absolutely nothing. Build up stress from the week, and my mind was going nuts with it. I decided to hang out on social media for a few minutes on my break. I have been doing a social media fast for the month of January, minus posting my blogs, and decided I could handle returning to that world for a few minutes. To let my brain numb out via a screen for a few minutes.

    It honestly did wonders for me. I came back from break feeling refreshed and set free. You see, I also struggle with what people think of me. Do they think I eat too much chocolate? Do they think I spend too much time on my phone and on social media? So on and so on. Well, I believe God used these few minutes to help me decompress and see the truth. God made me unique, just like he did for you. And all the things that I like, chocolate, and seeing a handful of people's posts online, are just a few of the things that make up who I am. And I no longer need to worry about what other people think about me.

After the break, I returned to my paint booth and pondered the things God had just taught me. I had such peace, and nearly started to cry because I am no longer worried about what others think about me. God has broken the chains of worrying about what others think of me.

    Within 24hrs, I noticed that my sense of self-worth had gone up. A “side effect” that I was not expecting to come from no longer caring what others thought of me. Of course, it made sense, though, because now that I was no longer worrying what others were thinking, I could focus on what God says about me. He says, “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” Psalm 139:13-14. NIV.

    I also noticed that I stopped attaching my worth to things. Instead, seeking to find my identity and worth in Christ alone. Something I am going to have to practice daily. But, one step at a time. I also attach my worth to my opinion and things, and then if I feel that someone, mainly hubby, doesn't agree with the thing or the opinion, then in my mind, he is attacking my worth. Which, of course, he is not. Which leads to far more petty arguments than necessary.

    Since God healed me,  I feel a sense of peace and calm instead of always being heightened and ready to defend myself. We have had one minor squabble; I was getting heightened. Hubby lovingly called me out and told me I was attaching my worth to my opinion again. Within a minute or two, I calmed down, and we continued talking about the topic at hand. I am making progress, though. I was trying a new recipe the other night, and he wondered why they left out an ingredient. I didn't know. I decided to check the recipe. He was right, the ingredient that I left out was supposed to be there. I found the ingredient in the cupboard and continued making supper. I looked at hubby and said, 'The old me would have gotten upset about this.' he agreed.

    I am still in awe of what God has done for me and how it has changed my life, our marriage and our home. I have been fighting this battle for many years and asking God for help. He has answered my prayers and healed my heart and soul.

    I pray that God brings you the healing that you are praying for and seeking after, as well, friend. I pray that this post encourages you and reminds you that you are not alone in your struggles and that we serve a Good God who loves us and has amazing plans for our lives. Plans far bigger and better than we could ever imagine.

God Bless

~Hannah

Failing is an Option

    This past summer, my husband's step-grandmother found some beautiful red fabric at the second-hand store she volunteers at and thought I would like to make myself a skirt for Christmas out of it. She was right.

    I decided I wanted to try my hand at making a dress for Christmas this year. So I found a pattern online and got started. I had to print out the pattern and assemble it like a puzzle. The pattern came with a little 5cm square, and if the square measured properly after printing it, then the pattern was to scale. It wasn't. But I ignored it and kept going. I didn't know it would affect the dress. Looking back, I should have researched how to deal with that, but I didn’t. Lesson learned.

    I quickly figured out that the pattern and instructions were not well done and left a lot of information out. In their defense, the difficulty level was intermediate. I am a beginner, trying to become an intermediate seamstress. So I started cutting out the pieces and sewing them together. After four seams on the bodice (top part), I realized I did them wrong and had to pick them all out and redo them. This would soon become a pattern for the whole dress. Sew a seam and pick it out. But I kept going and fought hard. I wanted it ready for hubby's staff party. So I fought, and I fought, and I fought. I was determined.

    The staff party arrived, and it wasn't finished. I was upset and disappointed. I had 'failed'. Mom encouraged me to take a break. After a day or two, my emotions were clear again, and I started to wonder if Mom and I could fix it when we visited my parents for New Year's. We agreed that there was a good chance, so I put it out of my mind until it was time to head North.

    The day before leaving for Sudbury, the weather got bad, and we prayed. The Holy Spirit said no traveling. We were to stay put. Epic gut punch. It's hard living a full day's drive from my side of the family. Yes, I know others live further from their extended family. But whether it's a day's drive, across the country, or another country entirely,

It's hard.

    Anyway, I gave it another day to clear my head again. That night I couldn't sleep. So I put the dress on and started examining all the parts that needed fixing, and wondering what to do. I put it on and looked in the mirror. I took a mental inventory of how it looked and felt. There were some seams that didn’t match the way I wanted them to, and it was tight in all the wrong places. I was going to have to cut out new pieces to replace ones that didn’t fit, or risk having patches all over the place. I didn’t want that look, nor did I have enough fabric to keep going. I was “giving up.”  I went back to bed and told hubby. He encouraged me not walk away from it and not give up. I said I would give it one more try. The next morning, I examined one of the seams to see if I could fix it and then make a decision from there. I had to let a seam out a bit, but I didn't have enough seam allowance to do it. And I didn't want to just put a patch in it. I decided then and there that it was truly over. I had 'failed,' not for lack of trying, though.  It was a combination of a bad pattern, a bad printing job, and my skill set. So I chopped off the bodice and finished the skirt portion, and made it into a nice skirt.

    I don't really consider it a fail, though. Yes, the dress did not turn out, so in that regard, I failed. But, I also learned so much in the process, and that's what matters. “Failing at something doesn’t make you a failure; the only way you can fail is to quit trying.” (Joyce Meyers, Authentically, Uniqually You - page 55) Did I quite that particular bodice pattern? Yes, and then redirected to another pattern and succeeded. Since then, I have made another dress that I still don’t completely love, but it turned out much better than the first one. In the book that I just quoted, Myers talks about people who failed their way to success, and that's what I’m doing now. One dress pattern at a time.

    I learned about patterns and what makes a good vs bad pattern. I learned about how to properly cut out a pattern. Mom also reminded me about snipping the edges when you want the fabric to bend nicely. For around your neck and bodice. I learned about the shapes of pattern pieces.

    New Year’s Eve, I went to Fabricland to get a pattern for my next dress, and not only found out that Fabricland will no longer be receiving patterns. The company that makes them is no longer making/ selling them.  Another customer in the store mentioned getting patterns online. I told her that I tried, and it didn't work out. I briefly explained the pattern legend and how it wasn't the right size. She said that when that happens to her, she simply adds more fabric to her pieces. I didn't bother telling her that I was still very new to patterns. I did take her advice to heart, though, and if I run into the same problem again, I will know what to do.

    While I was in the process of making the dress, a couple of people wondered if I would burn the pattern after I was done with it. I told them that I wanted to finish the dress and then make it again in a few months, and master it. I have since decided not redo that pattern because I now have a better pattern for the same dress style. So why bother wasting time on a bad pattern when I could use a good one and get a nice dress out of it? I originally wanted to redo the pattern to prove a point. That I’m a good seamstress. But I already know that and am still learning and expanding my knowledge/skill set.

    On New Year's Eve, before I went to Fabricland and after learning that I was officially 'throwing in the towel' on this dress, I decided that I needed to boost my confidence by sewing a bodice. I watched a video last night explaining how to make your own pattern for a bodice. It looked like a good video, so I thought I would try it out. It worked. The armpits were a little wonky (I don't have the tool the girl in the video does for making the perfect armpit shape), but otherwise, it fit perfectly, and my confidence was boosted.

    So yes, my Christmas dress did not turn out in the end. And some might say that I failed. Heck, I was saying it at first. Google's definition of failure is: lack of success. Sure, the dress itself wasn't successful, but I was successful in learning new things, and I can still salvage the skirt portion and add it to my collection of skirts. So all is not lost.

    I'm also working on speaking life over myself this year. When I say that I failed in making this dress, it does hurt. I’m working on reminding myself that there is a difference between failing a project and being a failure. The difference is mindset and not letting one bad project derail you entirely.

    So, the next time you are working on a project, and it fails. Take it in stride and learn from it. As nice as it is to succeed at a project, and it is. I expect we learn more when it doesn’t work. So I guess  I hope you both fail and succeed on your future projects.

God bless

~Hannah

I Need My Own Faith

    I was reading Genesis 3, the fall of man, last Sunday evening. I had read Genesis 1 and 2 earlier, and after God blessed and taught me things from chapter 1, I wanted to continue. He started revealing things to me again in chapter 3.

    In chapter 3, the serpent tricks Eve and then Adam into eating from the tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. 2:9. Down in verse 16 and 17 'And the Lord God commanded the man, 'You are free to eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, for when you eat from it you will certainly die."

    Down in chapter 3, the serpent goes over and talks to Eve, twists God's words, and convinces Eve that she will not die if she eats from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. So she takes it and sees that it's yummy, and then gives some to Adam, who was also hanging out. The way it lines up in the text, Eve is the first to sin, and then Adam follows after. For a time, someone had suggested that they both sinned at the same time because if Adam had been leading his family aka his wife, to the Lord, like any good godly man does, then he would have spoken up and redirected Eve away from the serpent and the tree of life. Assuming that she would have listened. I don’t always listen to hubby when he is trying to lead me. But he didn't speak up. He was there just hanging out, and then when Eve offered him some fruit, he took it and ate. I admit that for a while I liked this view point. I suspect that was during my more feminist days. I now call myself a recovering feminist. Because being a feminist is not what God wants for His daughters. But that is a post for another day. Anyways, I enjoyed blaming Adam instead of Eve for a while.

    Well, while I was reading Sunday evening, God revealed this passage to me in a new and fresh way. In a beautiful way that I needed to hear. He reminded me that I needed to have my own faith and relationship with Him outside of my relationship with God that I share with my husband. Our marriage has a relationship with God, but we also have to have individual relationships with Him as well. It was a beautiful, gentle reminder to seek God for myself and not to simply follow my husband. I am to submit to my husband, but my relationship with God is supposed to be my own. I knew He was right and have been working on strengthening that relationship ever since.

    I then told hubby about the revolution that God gave me. He reminded me that he had said the same thing several times recently. He was right, he had said that exact thing a couple of times in the last few weeks. I knew he was right then, but I guess I wasn't ready to hear it then. I apologized to him for not listening to him earlier. Understandably, I think he was a little upset that I didn't listen to him sooner, but at the end of the day, he simply wants me to get closer to God, which is what I'm working on now.

    I suggested to him that it was a 'right person at the right time' situation. Meaning that someone, usually your spouse, can say something and you don't believe them, and then someone outside of your family says the same thing later on, and you listen to the second person. This results in your spouse feeling a little hurt.  Hubby isn't in it for the glory or anything, of course, he simply just wants me to grow closer to God. He wants to make sure that when the time comes, we are both going to heaven.

    So, I have been digging into The Word more and asking the Holy Spirit to bring The Scripture alive in a fresh way to me, and deepening my prayer life.

    I pray this encourages you to deepen your relationship with God and not rely on your spouse or other family members' relationships with God to be your relationship with God.

God Bless

~Hannah