Praise Him in the Pit…

I waited patiently for the Lord; and He inclined unto me, and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock and established my goings. And He hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God; many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the Lord.  Psalm 40:1-4 Even in the pit, Praise Him.  He is there in the pit with us… Just like He was in the lions den, in the belly of a whale, and in the firey furnace. He will never leave or forsake you. The pit has a reason. Even though we may not see the whole picture, God does. We must trust Him. The pit may be the thing that finally brings you to your knees for you to LOOK UP, for you to cry out to Him to save you, for you to realize what areas in your life need to be shaped into His way. But now, O Lord, Thou art our Father; we are the clay, and Thou art our potter; and we all are the work of Thy hand. Isaiah 64:8 Yes, He is the potter and we are the clay. Thank you Lord, for shaping me. The pit can also be your testimony, to bring others to see Gods love. The struggles we go through could be the […]

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Scatter His Joy, Sow His Love…

My God, you formed me in my mother’s womb. (Psalm 139:13) I praise you, because I was no accident.  Even in my momma’s womb, God had a plan for me.  He also has a plan for you.  The enemy can whisper lies to hinder us from being what God intended for us.  For example, the lies he has always shouted more than whispered to me… Betsy, you are too shy to pray out loud, you will just start crying if you sing or pray for others, you don’t know the […]

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Buttercups…

As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.  Psalm 103:15-16  Any of my family or friends know how much I love flowers. Every Spring, I can not wait to see the first buttercup pop up…mainly because my Daddy has always brought my Momma and I buttercups in from the log woods as soon as they bloom…and since my Brother E saw Daddy […]

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