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Baton Rouge Calling Cape Town

Photo Credit: Tracy Teppler


This beautiful picture is the home of my dear friend, sister in Christ and blogger companion , Tracy Teppler. I met Tracy through blogging four years ago, a relationship  my daddy God blessed me with at the right time. Tracy is a keep it real, do not settle in life, stand tall, warrior through prayer woman of God. And she is my friend.............

The funny thing is, Tracy and I have never met face to face. Tracy lives in South Africa and I in the United States. We text , Facebook and email each other. We pray together, we fast together and we share our most precious cries for our loved ones and it never fails when one of us reaches out to the other with a " Hey how are you?" ........Our timing, God's timing,  is impeccable.
It is then we spill our over whelming emotions, desires, joy, praise reports and prayer request with one another.

  Our daddy God gives us those who he knows will be the support system we need. The ones who without fail will love us unconditionally with a heart of Christ. He knows who and what we need to lift us up, carry us through and stand in the gap when we ourselves are weary from the battles in life. The ones who will hold us when the next step seems to be impossible or give us a swift kick to  pull ourselves up by our boot straps and keep going. The ones I like to call my "A game" supporters.

That is without a shadow of a doubt the definition of mine and Tracy's relationship.

Proverbs 27:17
As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.

So what do I do when my days are filled with warfare and I need  reinforcements?

Baton Rouge calls Cape Town.

Tracy with her tea cup in hand and me with my coffee, typing our words of encouragement, love and prayer, two kindred spirits and sisters in Christ connecting miles apart in a way only our daddy God can and has orchestrated. We both are blessed with our amazing support systems in our hometowns, family and friends who have walked every milestone with us , been there from beginning to end and are within arms reach when we are need of comfort.

But.........
The majestic tranquility of it all , God doesn't stop within hometown boundaries. He stretches his arms wide and gives us those He knows will minister to our hearts, stand in the gap and pray without ceasing. I have learned time and space do not determine the connection between the ones He chooses to connect me with and for that I am forever grateful. 

In a world filled with an abundance of difficulties, His grace shines through in many different facets. One is the foundation of friendship. A gem that reflects the heart of our daddy God and pours into our cups an abundance of unconditional love. 
How blessed am I?  How blessed are we all to have foundations of friendships through out of lives? 
I find myself  to be blessed over and beyond.  

My cup runneth over time and time again. 

Tracy and I hope and believe one day our daddy God, geographically, will place us together for several cups of conversation filled with laughter, love and prayer.  And until that time comes when I need lifting up, confirmation, and a heart to embrace my cries.......

Baton Rouge is calling Cape Town.






( You can visit Tracy's blog " My Daily Walk In His Grace" by clicking  Here)

XoXo
Stacey

Proverbs 17:17
A friend loves at all times and a brother is born for a time of adversity

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  1. Stacey, I cannot wait for tea/coffee on my or your stoep (veranda)! Lord, pretty please, soon?! :)
    God bless
    Tracy

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    1. Amen!!! I am waiting for the day the Lord allows this to happen!!! :)

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