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When My Expectations Fall Flat......

Expectations in life are a huge platform for hope. I hope for the best and give God the rest. Well , I do have my times when I think I have given my daddy God the rest but truth is, I still hold tight to the things I should release. Sheeeshh.....
My life's expectations do not seem unrealistic to me. My expectations in life are truth, honesty, loyalty, respect and unconditional love.  I want  what my heart gives in return. I hope through my expectations that others will see my heart  and see me for who I truly am from the inside out. I expect my kindness not be taken for granted nor my love for others taken advantage of. I expect (want) to be treated as I treat others. Doesn't seem like much, but  sadly it is. My down fall, I have to come to recognize, it is me putting so much hope in others and their actions or lack of, is when my expectaions fall flat. My feelings get hurt, my heart becomes broken and my hope in them is squashed. I never wanted to believe that  two hearts did no…

When I Choose Truth, I Am Choosing Freedom.

There has been times in my life when I did not want to face the truth.  It was scary..... It was messy....... It was fear based from my own insecurities...... It was reality I did not want to deal with, and it was freedom I had yet to embrace.
Someone once told me, if I did not stop and face my giants in life, they would continue to chase me.  My giants grew, overshadowed me and consumed every area in my life.  I had no peace..... I walked in false happiness..... I believed if I ignored them long enough they would just simply disappear. I lived in a bubble of false pretenses. A bubble I created on my own. 
Over time I have learned truth is not the enemy. Truth may be scary.It may be a little messy when I am getting to the core root of an issue, however there is so much restoration waiting for me once I get there. I am living proof to walk and abide in my daddy God's word, truth is my freedom.
There was a time I had a hurtful issue within my family. It was a truth I did not want to deal with…

It's Here.....She Stands, the book!

Well after several years of going back and forth, it's completed!!  The Lord put on my heart to write this book and invite a few other ladies to share their stories. I was uncertain how this project would turn out, after all I have never written a book.  It took some time and a lot of trust in my daddy God to complete, and  I am so glad it is!!  Each story is a story of hope and shows how our daddy God is forever working in our lives!!

 I invite you all to order your copy and be encouraged that no matter what trials you are going through .... you too can stand!!
Many thanks to all who have contributed in way form or another in the publication " She Stands"
I call you all blessed!!!


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Forever His Daughter,
Stacey

Forget Me Not......

Photo Credit: Caleb George Hannah was one of two wives to Elkanah. Though her husband loved her greatly, scripture tells us her womb was closed. She watched year after year her rival , Peninnah give birth to many sons and daughters. Every year when time came to go up and make an offering to the Lord, her husband gave her a double portion. Peninnah provoked her for her barren womb and she, Hannah, wept. 1Samuel 1:8 Then Elkanah her husband  said to her; " Hannah , why do you weep? Why do you not eat? And why is your heart grieved? Am I not better to you than ten sons?" I can only imagine how Hannah must have felt. Her emotions misunderstood by her husband, taunted by another and forgotten by God. Or so she thought. God's timing is never our own. I have my seasons it seems the womb of life is closed to me.  The desires I want, needs I believe should be handled instantly, cries I long to be answered and my silent prayers of  "forget me not." It's easy to pres…

Speak Lord

Photo Credit: Christopher Wind I can feel the sun's warmth; the glowing embers dancing across my face and the brilliance of light causing my eyes to close. It's a unexplained peace in the midst of my own internal voice.  I have portions of my life in which it seems I am peering through windowless bars watching all that is around me. Life seasons changing before my eyes, winning victories and battles fought. And yet not knowing if I am to jump in or remain still. Do I go or do I stay planted? Many questions I have, and answers I have yet to receive.  This place of isolation of sorts has become another season of growth; a place where He chips away the old to allow the new to surface. Transition can be hard, it can be uncomfortable and yet beautiful all in the same.  In spite of my happiness in general I long for direction, a revelation only He can give me. I pray. I praise. I worship. I trust. Speak Lord............... I seek. I declare. I expect. Speak Lord............ I desir…

When God Says Go, Will You Go?

Photo Credit: Greg Raines
Remembering the story of Jonah , God instructs him to go to the city of Nineveh and preach against it because of all the wickedness there. However Jonah fled from the Lord and ran in the opposite direction. After being thrown into the sea and swallowed by a giant fish for three days, Jonah cries out to the Lord and is then spat up from the belly of the fish to go and do as he was instructed.

Jonah 1:1-3
The word of the Lord came to Jonah the son of Amittai saying, : Arise, go to Nineveh the great city and cry against it, for their wickedness has come up before Me." But Jonah rose to flee to Tarshish from the presence of the Lord. So he went down to Joppa, found a ship which was going to Tarnish, paid the fare and went down into it to with them to Tarshish from the presence of the Lord.

I still have a time wrapping my head around the fact Jonah was in the belly of a fish for three days. I can not fathom the intense grossness of it all. Can you? Had he gon…

When Desires Overshadow Contentment

Photo Credit: Amy Treasure
If I only had more money in my bank account….
If my house was bigger……
If I had a new car I just know I’d be happy…..
If only I could buy that new furniture…….
How many times have we all desired for something more than what we already have?Our bills are paid, but yet desire more extras than our bank accounts allow. We have a home to lay our heads and somehow find fault in its size. The car is paid off but the smell of a new one entertains our thoughts on a daily bases. And the furniture is a tad old but yet not the latest fashion statement we want to make.

There is no wrong in wanting more in life; to be able to upgrade from time to time, take that long awaited vacation or make a brand new purchase for something we have always dreamed of.The downfall comes when the desires of our flesh become more than the contentment of our hearts; when materials things take presence over our spiritual desires.When we look at King Solomon, 1 Kings 3:9, he asks the Lord to give …

My Walk....His Calling

Photo Credit: Paul Dufour
I am a firm believer we are all called to walk according to His plan. I know within the depth of my soul I am created with a purpose, all to glorify His Kingdom. I came to know I had a calling when I was only 7 years old. As a young child it was liberating to hear Him speak to me the many wonderful things in store. The path, my young mind painted,was a beautiful road. One filled with great opportunities and victories along the way. I never dreamed of the trials I would face as I grew. And neither had I fathomed the hardships of my journey. Yet they came and some knocked me flat off my feet. As a pre-teen I did not comprehend  to walk with Jesus I would have trials as He did. It never occurred to me the world would turn against me due to my new found love of God. Looking back I see where I deviated off the road He had carved out for me; a path He fashioned just for me and when things became bumpy.... I bailed. It was never my intent to fall by the wayside. But…

Fresh Bread

Photo Credit: Clem Onojeghuo
Give us this day our daily bread.......  The smell of fresh baked bread never fails to have my mouth watering and my nose on high alert, not to mention the warm savory taste each bite brings with melted butter dripping over and drizzling down my finger tips. To say I love fresh bread is an understatement at the very least. Bread that gives me nourishment is not to be wasted, and neither is the spiritual bread my daddy God has for me.

The last week or so, when my alarm starts ringing and before my eyes are open, I ask the Lord to give my daily bread. A fresh word, a warm aroma, and a sweet taste of his bread (word) to begin my day. Now I must be honest and say I am far from a morning person. I am not the "jump out of bed, feet hit the floor running, birds chirping" kinda girl. I am a " hit the snooze button 5 more times, slowly sit up , and pry my eyes open with a crow bar" kinda girl.  And thankfully my daddy God knows this, after all …

His Binding Love Letter

Photo Credit: Joanna Kosihska
Here it is post Valentine's Day and though I am not a huge fan of this particular holiday, I do find a tender sweetness of it's meaning.

Sometimes being single has it's downfalls and holidays are a reminder that I am indeed single. Most of the time I am quite content where I am in my journey of singleness and then there are those times in between when I wonder if I will ever share my life again with a man. I do not ponder on that thought quite often as I know my daddy God has a plan and the right man for me.  This year Valentine's day was odd for me. I was not in a place of sadness nor did I feel sorry for myself. It was not a pity party holiday for me but yet I found myself wanting to hear I am loved. And I believe my daddy God wanted to show me as well. So yesterday as I read many beautiful post from what seemed like tons of flower pictures, and candy filled "I love yous", I secretly asked myself what is my love letter in life…

L.O.V.E......Doesn't Hide

Photo Credit: Brigitte Thom   "Love doesn't hide, it stays and fights; it goes the distance. That's why God made love so strong, to carry us home."  - Touch By An Angel. I heard that line a few years ago. It was a cold Thursday night and I was all bundled up on my couch having myself a "Touch By An Angel" marathon. I love that show; I love the message each episode brought. However that particular line has resonated with me for the last two years. While most see love as warm fuzzy feelings, pure happiness dripping in sugar and emotions that are in a constant euphoric state, the truth is love is a choice and once the newest wears off and reality sets in, many sadly choose to no longer love the one they proclaimed to go through life with. The happy happy, joy joy syndrome is now overshadowed with bills, running in different directions with kids, family crisis and daily life circumstances.The fairy tale bliss from the day of saying "I do" has now be…

Where Is Compassion?


*Photo Credit* There is a man that shows up every few weeks at my office. He walks in with eyes wide, fearful like, hands clasped together, clothes dirty and humbly says to me without fail ....  "Ma'm I haven't eaten in a few says can you help me?"  I look past his physical appearance and into his eyes and see his desperation. My heart breaks a thousand times over and I blink the tears back that form in my eyes as I hand him a few dollars. Some days I have none to give and I scramble to find him a snack from my bag.  And then without fail I hear the snide remarks made by others and see the shaking of their heads; I witness the lack of compassion. I continue to watch from the window and see him shuffle his feet across the street and walk into the store to perhaps buy him a sandwich or maybe just a small snack in which he can save the change for tomorrows meal.  I turn to go back to my desk, the sorrow I feel is great, and the ridiculing words from others continue to…