She Stands

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!!! Click this link to purchase your paper back copy. https://www.createspace.com/7276085 Or if you rather a digital download for your Kindle, click this link. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073D9M8KD Forever His Daughter, Stacey

  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 ...

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 pra...

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. ...

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...

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 ...

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 wh...