Wednesday, February 22, 2012

If We Are Willing, He IS Able!

"Those who know your name will trust in you, for you, LORD,
have never forsaken those who seek you."
Psalm 9:10


What another amazing day for Bread FOR Life
where the Lord just ONCE AGAIN
demonstrated His great mercy and love for this little ministry.

I tell you what, it is jaw dropping!

On Sunday February 19th Bread FOR Life raised a total of


It is just astounding.

God’s love for His children can not be stopped.
He will provide if we are faithful to act.

(If we are willing, He IS able!)

A Faithful
God is He.

It was a great blessing to be able to stand before the congregation again and give an update on the ministry thus far. I also was thrilled and ecstatic to share with them the letter that I received from Sanyu pouring out their heart of gratitude and thankfulness for all that God has provided through the Body of Christ in Petaluma so far.
(To read the ‘Thank You’ letter from Sanyu Babies’ Home, click here.)

The letter was extremely powerful and the Spirit of God
was touching many hearts (certainly mine) as it was read.

Bread FOR Life is a miracle-ministry.
I do not say that with a boastful heart.
I am simply blown away and in complete
AWE at the work of the Lord.
(Should I expect anything less?)

When we can bake a few loaves of bread and bring in
$1340 dollars for the orphaned and abandoned children
of Africa you know the Lord is


All Glory to His name!

* This is super cool *

The bread “sales” alone brought in $340.
Then we received a generous check for $500.00 (Thank you Mr. W!)


We received another check for $500...


want to hear the most amazing part of this whole story and WHY I am really brought to my knees in tears with a heart of amazement?

Here is why.

I have always told my husband exactly this,
“I believe that when the time is right, the Lord will place it on somebody’s heart to give to the ministry specifically for the ingredients we need. I believe they will write us a check and say, ‘Here take this and go buy your ingredients.”

I told Chris this from the very first day
and I even repeated that to him the
NIGHT BEFORE February 19th.

This is what I KNOW the Lord confided in me
from the very beginning.
He promised me that He would provide for this ministry if we would just take a few first-steps of faith.

Well, get a load of this:
After church, a dear, dear sister in the Lord looked at me and with her sweet little index finger motioned for me to come near her. As I sat down on the chair behind her, she leaned into me and whispered, “Im going to write you a check for $500.00, the question for you, is do you want it to go towards the orphanage or do you want it for your ingredients?”

I about fell out of my chair!


I almost fell out of my body!

This $500 can now produce 500 Loaves of Bread!!!

These 500 Loaves could easily raise over $5,000!!!

As you could imagine, $5,000 goes a L.O.N.G. way in Uganda!!!!


Truly God has called the church in America
to be the Bread Basket to the world!!!!

This is HIS ministry.
These are HIS children!
This is all HIS money!

He does not need us, however, He wants to use us.
I know that lives are being changed both here in Petaluma and there in Uganda through this little fundraiser. I see it almost daily.

He knows what He is doing.
He is caring for His children through a few loaves of bread
and a few faithful hearts.

Praise God.

All Glory to His name, Forever and Always!

I will have a grand total for you sometime next week. I believe we are now close to $5,000 for the orphans since December 11, 2011!!!


"He provides food for those who fear him;
he remembers his covenant forever."
Psalms 111:5


Friday, February 17, 2012

Prayer for the Future Post

I feel the Lord prompting my heart to share something with you
sometime in the future that has been stirring in me for several weeks.

This is very frightening for me.

Since I have started this blog, I've made a commitment with the Lord
that I will never blog unless I sense a strong prompting from the
Holy Spirit.

How do I determine the difference? It's actually easy.

When it's from me:
 I sit and type and erase...
I rewrite, rephrase, ponder and erase....
I sit and pick my nails, clean the dust off the computer screen,
type and erase....
That is how I know it is from me.

How I know it's from the Lord?
I sit and start typing and don’t stop.
(Except to try correct my horrifying spelling and my appalling grammar.)
[Little do you know my sweet teacher-of-a-husband "proofs” most all my blog post and sometimes he says, "It's awesome but you should be arrested for your grammar”] *Love him!

If I could ask, would you please pray for this future post?
That it be from the Lord and NOT anything from my selfish, sinful heart.
(I was already accused of being self-righteous, judgmental and pushy
over my "controversial" blog post titled The Dark Side of the Super Bowl.
I will have to leave that it in hands of the Lord.
There was a reason I asked if ya'll would still be my friends! *sigh*)

This is what happened several weeks ago:
My heart was turned up-side-down one night and I have not been the same since. 
A few weeks ago I was fishing around on YouTube listening to sermons
and excerpts from various pastors.

I came across this particular video from Francis Chan
and ever since then, my heart has been burning.

Seriously. On Fire.

But I have to say…
This is why it is scary for me to blog about what the Lord is doing in my heart.  
Because I don’t want to be perceived as self-righteous.

That is so ugly.

It really is intimidating to me.
Seriously, 'blogging'  is not in my comfort-zone
but I do believe that the Lord will use me and my brokenness somehow.

Here it is:

I want Jesus!

He’s all I want.

I want Him in every thought.

Every word.

Every action.

In everything.

I am sooo far from that

That is why I want to talk about this video.

Because I want Jesus and I am so caught up in the lies of this world,
so that daily I compromise.

Well, guess what?

I’m sick of myself.

I really do want Jesus with everything inside me.

This video has challenged me and has brought me to my knees.
 (And if you're a Christian, and you do not want to be “challenged”,
then we all need to be praying for you.)

This is HUGE to me.
We get one chance at this life and THAT’S IT!

That’s IT!!!

I need a reminder like this.
I need a reality check in my life.

My heart is burning more and more for the things of the Lord
and this is why...


(Sorry for the layout malfunctions of my blog.
I've got my sweet Alexis girl trying to figure out what I did wrong. Please bear with me!)

Love you all!

"Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith;
be men (and women) of courage; be strong."
1 Corinthians 16:13  

Monday, February 13, 2012


"And let us not grow weary of doing good,
for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up."
Galatians 6:9

Tonight is another night in the kitchen!
We are heading to the bakery to bust out approx 43 loaves of delicious


I just love “Bread FOR Life”

For those of you who are not familiar with “Bread FOR Life”, it is a fundraiser that I started back in early December 2011. We bake homemade all-natural bread (pumpkin, lemon, banana and yeast rolls) and sell the bread at local churches to raise money for orphans. I suggest a donation of $8.00 per loaf and 100% of all proceeds goes towards food, clothes, medical, and LOVE for the sweet orphans of this world. It really is the most amazing thing ever.
The Lord has blessed it so much. We have currently raised ALMOST and I mean




Currently we are sending all the money to a sweet little orphanage in Uganda called Sanyu Babies’ Home! The Lord placed this orphanage heavy on my heart months ago and ever since then
He has been faithful to provide.

Faithful God is He!

I received a precious email last night from Sanyu Babies’ Home and I would love to share that with you. It is SUCH a blessing to know that we have made a huge impact on this little old orphanage half-a-world away, and today they are rejoicing at His goodness because of you and I!

This is what it said:    Note: (*…) are things I added.

Dear Robin,

This letter comes with many greetings from Sanyu Babies' Home, most especially from all the babies in our care. (*Giggling. Precious little babies.) On behalf of all the babies, staff and administration of Sanyu Babies' Home, I wish to express our most sincere gratitude to you and to all Christians of 360 Church of Petaluma for your very kind and generous donation of 5,141,250/= (USD $2,285) to the Sanyu babies. (*Little do they know… more and more $$$ is on the way! Praise God!) The donation is of great relief to the Home and it is going to make a very big difference in the lives of the children and the entire Sanyu family. Thank you so much for being a blessing to us and I sincerely thank you so much from the bottom of my heart. (*Priceless!)

Donations to Sanyu Babies Home are very important as the Home receives no(*!) regular financial support from any church or charity, thus relying entirely(*!) on Friends like you to provide for all the children's needs. As you can probably imagine, this becomes extremely difficult at times as we often have between 40 -50 children in our care at any one time aged from hours old up to approximately 3 years. Currently we have 49 children ages 1 day old to 3 yrs.

Sanyu Babies' Home was started in 1929 by a missionary rister, RIP Sr. Winfred Milnes Walker, and it is the oldest home of its kind in Uganda. Sanyu Babies' Home is a Christian based Organization taking care of abandoned children. We exist to provide Christ-like love to babies and children deprived of parental love; and reintegrating them into the community through reuniting them with their families, fostering or adoption.

Every child has been found somewhere, often in appalling places such as rubbish bins, gardens, roadsides, public toilets, etc. The children are found from hours, days, weeks, or months old and often in very poor states of health. Their entire future relies on Sanyu Babies' Home and friends like you.(*!!)  When the children arrive, we have to guess their age and give them a name, and then here, at Sanyu is where their new life begins. (*Praise GOD for Sanyu) We therefore try to provide for all the needs of such children, from medical requirements to daily foods, etc, relying entirely on friends for support.

So a big thank you on behalf of all the children who rely on friends like you, but can not talk for themselves. (*Those precious watery big brown eyes)

We are looking forward to your continued support. Our prayers and best wishes for you always.”


This is what it is all about my Friends!
This is WHY the Lord created “Bread FOR Life” and this is why we must remain faithful in what the Lord has blessed us with. I am so excited to continue to make a difference. I am beyond tickled to see what the Lord has in store for us (Community of Petaluma!) as we walk faithful in His calling.

If you have a church here in Sonoma County and would like to see "Bread FOR Life"
come to your church, please email me. It is completely overwhelming the
JOY and EXCITEMENT that comes from such a sweet little ministry like this.
(I can say that because I’ve watched it change lives!)

from the bottom of MY heart for all of those who have purchased bread
and made a contribution for this ministry.
Your giving is LITERALLY providing LIFE for precious little children
who have almost lost their own!

Thank you my friends.

And THANK YOU Jesus.
You are AWESOME and I love you!


We ARE making a difference. One loaf at a time!


Unknown baby girl aged 3 months admitted to Sanyu. The baby was abandoned in a Taxi by her mother. The taxi driver thought she was going to the restroom, but she never returned.. The driver took the baby to the Old Kampala Police Station and later the child was brought to The Sanyu Babies Home.

Unknown baby boy aged 1 month admitted to Sanyu. The baby was found abandoned near a papyrus fence tied in a plastic bag and clothes tied around his neck by a Good Samaritan named Nabuma Sumaiya. She reported the matter to the police and later brought the baby to Sanyu Babies home for care and protection

Unknown baby girl aged 3 weeks admitted to Sanyu. The baby was brought to Sanyu after the mother died immediately after birth. The next of kin, her grandfather, a widower, was unable to care fore the baby so she was brought to the Sanyu babies Home for care and protection.

"But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary,
 they will walk and not be faint."
Isaiah 40:31

A smart woman knows her limits.
A woman of faith knows there are no limits!

God is HUGE!

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

The Dark Side of the Super Bowl

I feel like I need to apologize for this blog post even before I start.
Why? I don’t know. I just do. So here it is…

I’m sorry. Truly sorry.

I do believe that I could lose friends over this. Perhaps I may lose 1 of my 6 followers, or perhaps someone may choose to never “lurk” through my blog again. One thing I know, my blog is not, nor ever will be a popularity contest. So in this case, I just need to trust the Lord, speak the truth and pray you can see my heart behind these words.

I would like to bring up a fact that I found out today that really caused my heart to stop.
Gasp. Choke. Weep.

A fact that I would have never thought could be true because here in America,
we don’t REALLY do this,
do we?

Apparently we do.
And “Super Bowl” is the granddaddy of them all.

Here is the fact that has me beyond troubled, to say the least:

The USA Today reports that: "The Super Bowl is the greatest show on Earth, but it also has an ugly underbelly… It's commonly known as the single largest human trafficking incident in the United States."

“The single largest human trafficking incident
in the United States."

Super Bowl!

Maybe you knew this.

I did not.

What we consider the greatest day in sports,
is one of the darkest and most violent days for young innocent girls.

Did you know this?

As we sit around in our living room with our friends, eating all the yummy “Super Bowl Dishes” you could muster up, laughing, sharing drink and telling jokes… somewhere, in a hotel room is a young, frightened, scared, and timid girl who has no idea what the next 48 hours look like for her.
You think I’m kidding? I wish I was.

This is not a joke.

“Each year, 100,000 to 300,000 American kids, some as young as 12 years old,
are exploited in the sex trade. The traffickers use the Super Bowl and other large events
such as the World Cup to play their trade.
The traffickers try to seize that opportunity to do business” (USA Today)

“To do business”?

Business with who?

Reported: Tens of thousands of party-minded football enthusiasts descending into a Super Bowl host city make an ideal setting for traffickers of underage prostitutes.

Us? The American people?


‘Large sporting events like the Super Bowl are prime targets for sex traffickers because of the high demand generated by thousands of men pouring into an area for a weekend of fun.’ This means that American men are purchasing underage girls, as young as 12, (maybe younger), for an ‘entertaining evening of sex”… and then what?
Go home to your family?
Go back to the office the next day?
Report to school to teach your class?
Perform the open heart surgery?
Drive the local school bus?  

The depth of darkness is sometimes too much to comprehend.
Doesn’t mean it not true… just hard to stomach.

My heart is two-fold tormented right now.

First: that THIS (child-trafficking) would take place on our American soil and dance around the 15 BILLION dollar sex industry that America supports, all the while we are distracted with the lights, noise and competition of the “Super Bowl”.
Wow, how super!

Second: That AMERICAN people do this. Shameful.

Maybe I am reviling my ignorance in all this.
Perhaps I am sharing nothing new with you. To me, it’s all heart wrenching.

Who are these “men” who purchase these girls?
Ever wonder that?

We are not talking seedy hotels and stolen dirty-hot cash at work here. We are talking 220 of Indianapolis nicest hotels in a 50 mile radius that were under some form of child sex-trafficking surveillance during the Super Bowl week. This is classy-high-end money destroying and raping these innocent girls.

Did you ever look at the “Super Bowl” in this light? I didn’t.
I was blind. But now I see.

I don’t know. This is all very surprising to me.

For me, as a Christian, to hear of such devastation happening in my own backyard, on such a day like that… brings me back to so many Bible verses. I really do not know what to do with this information. Or maybe I do and it will just take a little bit to download it in my mind.

I know my Bible says,
“Have nothing to do with the fruitless deeds of darkness,
but rather expose them.
It is shameful even to mention what the disobedient do in secret.
But everything exposed by the light becomes visible—
and everything that is illuminated becomes a light. This is why it is said:
   'Wake up, sleeper, rise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.'
 Be very careful, then, how you live—
not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity,
because the days are evil.” Eph. 5:11-17

I’m just sharing my heart.

I’m not sure what tomorrow may bring but I know for me, I could probably never watch another
Super Bowl game in good conscious knowing what I know now. I know we all love a good reason to get together and have fun and watch “just a game”… but when you really look at what you are watching and being exposed to; commercials, half time show, (SEX SEX SEX) on so many levels, it’s no wonder why the Lord says, “Do not touch, Do not taste.” Because we see it for something fun and innocent, but when facts like these arise, shouldn’t we be really asking “under what spirit are we being influenced”?

I know, I know, I'm no fun.
I should lighten up.
Things aren’t that bad.
Its just a game.
Not everything needs to be “spiritualized” …
That’s not what my Bible says.

“Love not the world”… the world L.O.V.E.S. the Super Bowl BUT
look what it is doing to our children. Our nation.
Super Bowl indirectly supports the darkest and most vile industry known to mankind and creates one of the largest feeding grounds for child-traffickers and child slavery on American soil.

This should create a problem to us!

Meanwhile the true and real enemy distracts us with flashy lights, comical commercials and fancy cars and we fall head first under the spell. “Oh it’s just a game…”

Domestic sex traffickers particularly target vulnerable young girls, such as runaway, homeless, and foster care children. The average age a young girl enters into prostitution is 13 in the United States. Wow. Sex trafficking brings in $9.5 billion annually in the US alone. “God Bless America!”

I repeat, 100,000 to 300,000 American kids, are raped, beaten and abused during
“the #1 show on Earth”… THE SUPER BOWL!

My thoughts for the day.

Like I said, I’m sorry for this blog post.
I hope we can still be friends.

(still just flying around … coo-coo)
I wonder what people would do and say if the American Christians were challenged to boycott the Super Bowl? Just curious. I bet a lot of back lash would come, mostly probably from Christians. What if all American churches called for a week of fasting and prayer during this time? What if we, instead of watching the Super Bowl, WORKED IT! That’s right. What if the body of Christ took the child-trafficking industry by the horns and stalked the hotels surrounding the Stadium. In hope and open prayer that the pimps would see us in multitudes and stop the business. Even for those few days.

Imagine, if we could save just one girl, by being a voice, wouldn't it would all be worth it?
That one-girl is a child of God.
Created in His image.
Designed for His Glory.

Not for the pimps or pig-headed freaked-out creeps that slither around Super Bowl parties
looking for a “good-time”.

Oh God have mercy!

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

My Husbands Sermon

Click HERE to view my husbands awesome message he preached on January 15th!

I'm not just saying it was an awesome message because he is my husband...
it truly is one to share!

I pray you are blessed as you watch!

BTY: I would not be the woman I am today without his
relentless love and compassion he has for me.
I could never EVER ask for a more loyal loving husband.
He is my best friend.
He is my companion.
He is my right arm.
He is my partner in crime.
He is my comedian.
He is my shoulder to cry on.
He is my everything (outside of the Lord) and I love him dearly.

Thank you Papa for being who you are and loving me the way you do!
I love you!

(and your really cute on video too!)


Here is my Memorial Box Monday story because I LOVE
the faithfulness of His Word and Promises.

I wrote this back on January 11th.
I was not going to post it but somehow the Lord keeps bringing it back around to me.
So here I am, after 3 weeks of fighting the Lord (for whatever reason) I'm posting it.
May it bring encouragement to someones heart! xoxo
I want my blog to be a safe place for me to come and share my thoughts, feelings, struggles, fears, victories, laughter, spiritual warfare, embarrassing stories and emotional breakdowns. As a ‘sensitive’ woman (as my mom always told me I am), I have many of these stories. Probably too many of the latter but regardless, it’s still my life and I guess I feel I’m at a place to be vulnerable and share because, well, I’m human. I make a lot of mistakes and I learn a lot of hard lessons. And I have found that there are many people like that, they just don't talk about it.
So.. I will.

I feel this particular ‘experience’ is unique but yet, all too common and here is why…

Let's face it. There are times when the enemy is going to attack.
As a Christian, it’s completely impossible to escape the traps of the enemy as he craftily tries to destroy your faith, create a state of anxiety and ruin your family.

I call it for what it is.

This is called spiritual warfare!
So instead of not talking about it and keeping it inside, I’m going to share my day. 

Ever have feelings of inadequacy?
Ever feel that you have failed as a mother?
As a wife? As a friend? As a person?
Please tell me you have. I don’t want to be the only one.
(Misery loves company!)  

Today was a weird but yet wonderful day.
As I was driving my daughter to school today I had an overwhelming feeling
of absolute failure come over me.
I KNEW in my heart, somehow; somewhere
that I had completely failed as a parent and it was irreversible.
I don’t believe that any one thing happened this morning beside the normal:
“Hannah eat your breakfast…
Did you brush your teeth?
Hannah get dressed…
Please don’t flight with your brother and get your back pack ready…
Honey WHY are you playing with a balloon and not getting dressed?...
Baby, where are your shoes, they are your responsibility?...
Please stop fighting with your brother…
Hannah did you get your jacket?...
Oh my goodness child, why are you not getting dressed?”

My morning was pretty much normal.

However, the damage was done.

I failed.
The pain was real and the spirit was THICK.
It was the type of feeling that you get in your stomach when you know something is awful and it just takes the breath away from you. You almost can do nothing but stare and say nothing.
Well, this was me on the way to school.

Total failure.

It was real and I believed it.

I guess a part of me always has struggled with this because I fall victim to that hideous demonic thought pattern of “everyone does it better and has it together BUT ME!”

Gosh is that ugly!

I sometimes compare myself with the moms that “do everything.”
You know, those moms that in our minds are “so much better than you."
(Whatever that means.)

They home school with complete patience everyday;
cook meals from scratch three times a day;
their hair is always perfect;
husbands clothes are constantly ironed, clean and ready for him;
they don’t have cheerios or old fresh fries under the seats of their car;
their kids can read and write by the age of 2;
their homes are perfect 97.9% of the time;
their kids don’t fight
 they all have sweet soft voices when facing confrontation;
they pose perfect in every family photo;
they don’t yell
and they defiantly don’t fall behind on the laundry!
You know who I’m talking about?

Me neither.

But today, I believed that every mom in the world was THIS mom and that I had failed.

One thing I know for sure is, the enemy is hard at work.

This is a thought pattern that he wants every single one of us women (and men) to fall under.
If we are not careful, we start to believe the lies.

So as I drove my sweet ‘Honey Bee’ Hannah (who really is a GEM) to school,
I had this gloomy freaky black thick cloud come over me that rained down big black
F letters for FAILED all over my countenance and spirit. You know, like a profound thick blanket that weighs down your body. The mussels in my face were heavy and I was totally defeated. You know they say it takes more mussels to frown than it does to smile. I believe it. This morning my face HURT.

This is how my day started.

One thing I do know from experience, EVERYTHING must be dealt with through prayer.
I immediately started to pour my heart out to the Lord.

As my morning drifted into the afternoon, my heart was still heavy and I didn’t want to show my face to anyone. ‘Shame’ started to make its home in my mind and all of a sudden, I started to get this pain in my chest. (I call it a freaked-out-stupid-no good-cheap-shot of the enemy)

As I struggled just to keep my head above water, I picked up a book.
I have been reading this book off and on for several months.
Today, the Lord spoke to me through it.
Like a hammer that breaks a rock to pieces.
I randomly opened the book and the words on the first page I read was this:

 “We begin to recognize lies when we know the truth.”

That’s it!

That's it!

All this garbage I had been carrying around with me all morning long were LIE’S.
Big fat ones.

I finally saw it for what it was.
A complete spiritual battle.

All I needed was a small little reminder of who my enemy is to remind me of the battle I’m in.

He is a LIAR.
This was a spiritual attack to knock me off course.
To bring me down. To take my eyes OFF of Jesus and put them on myself.
(It’s called self-pity. A very ugly trap.)

I KNOW there is not a perfect mom, wife or woman out there.
I KNOW this.
Why am I allowing myself to believe and harbor on this thought pattern?

Because our enemy is roaming around like a lion seeing who he can devour!
Seeing who will believe the clever little lies.
The small whispers that you have failed your children.
You have failed your husband and there is no reconciliation.
Your friends think you’re a nut job.
You have no self respect.
Everyone is looking at you.
You don’t belong.
You are a very bad person.
Stop trying to be good. It will never happen.

Get my point? Who has not heard these things?
Claim it for what it is:
Spiritual Warfare at it’s finest.

 “We begin to recognize lies when we know the truth.”

Do you know the truth?

My Bible says, “The truth will set you free!”
Not entangle me in bondage where I believe all these lies.

The Bible says:
We are God’s children.
We are bought with a price.
We are treasured.
We are valuable.
We are precious in His eyes.
We are forgiven.
We have been SET FREE!

Praise GOD!

You see, the enemy wants us out of the game.
He wants us defeated, paralyzed and mute; unable to share our struggles and weaknesses.
But you know what?
God is so much greater.
His power is in me and therefore, I can see the truth. I know I’m in a battle.

“We begin to recognize lies when we know the truth.”

So I encourage you, in times like these, claim it for what it is.
Spiritual warfare is a very real thing.
The Bible says, “Be sober, be vigilant.” That means OUR MINDS!
I may not be “one of those moms” and frankly,
I never want to be!

The truth be told:
I’m a mess without my husband;
I yell at my kids and ask for forgiveness;
I fall behind on the laundry daily;
my house is rarely picked up "perfectly";
I raise my voice at my husband when I get frustrated *not a good idea* :-/
he wears wrinkled shirts more times than not under his sweaters (but nobody can tell);
 my car looks like a hurricane most days
and I can only help Hannah with homework for about 6 minutes and then I quit.

You see, my day started with the enemy blanketing me with a spirit of failure.
He whispered so many lies to me.
Lie’s that I KNEW were not true but I started to entertain them.
A very scary place to be.

The point is, Christian, we are in a spiritual battle.
Satan does not want your heart seeking after Jesus.
The second you do, you can be sure he is there to counteract.
To whisper subtle, crafty, self seeking, prideful, thoughts about you,
your family and everyone you’re around.
To make you believe all the lies he has for you.
He is good at what he does.
The ways he sneaks in are incredible.
Do not be fooled.

“We begin to recognize lies when we know the truth.”

Be encouraged today.
We serve an Awesome GOD!
Seek Jesus and find Him.
There you will find rest for your souls and truth for your heart.

Yesterday the Lord gave me this verse!
"I wait for the LORD, my whole being waits,
   and in his word I put my hope.
wait for the Lord
   more than watchmen wait for the morning,
   more than watchmen wait for the morning."

Psalm 130:5-6
I love that!