That tree I stood beneath – I hadn’t seen it grow. I wasn’t there when it first broke through the soil, or when storms came, or when the roots pushed deeper. But there it stood. Tall. Strong. Steady. It grew in seasons no one witnessed. It grew in the waiting.
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There are seasons when we sow, trusting that He sees the unseen work. And then there are seasons when He calls us to harvest—to gather the fruit of what’s been planted, to step into His promises. But just like in sailing, knowing when to move is just as important as knowing how to move.
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Morning Ladies, it is so nice knowing i get to spend another morning with you. This morning I can hear as the wind moves gently over the water, and for once, I feel no weight on my shoulders. The sky is soft and still, and so is my spirit. I’m sitting behind my computer, hair
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Monday doesn’t come with choirs or angels.
There’s no earthquake, no blinding light.
Just the choice to walk like the grave is behind me
and eternity is in front of me.
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Sunday didn’t come gently –
it came powerfully.
It came like morning after the longest night.
Like breath after the drowning.
Like mercy after shame.
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The kind that feels like heaven went still.
Like hope took its last breath yesterday
and left us here…
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He walked there.
Every step dripping with mercy.
Every breath pulling in my shame,
only to exhale forgiveness.
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Thursday is where the weight is felt
before the whip is swung.
Where the soul is pressed in Gethsemane
and still says,
“Not my will, but Yors be done.”
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The cross was brutal. The tomb was real. But the resurrection – oh, the resurrection – it changed everything. Easter is not just the end of a dark Friday. It’s the dawn of a forever hope. And that hope has a name: Jesus.
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The armor of God is designed for standing – not running. In every battle, victory is already secured in Christ. Our role is to remain steadfast, refusing to be shaken by the enemy’s tactics. This season is not meant to break us but to refine us, strengthening our trust in God’s promises.
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As children of God, surrender isn’t about defeat—it’s about trust. It’s the holy exchange of our limited understanding for His infinite wisdom. It’s about standing at the edge of what we know and choosing to believe that even in this, even here, God is good. Surrender means giving up our right to know “why” in order to rest in the truth of Who – Who holds it all together.
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Preparing for these seasons is not about having all the answers but about having the faith to trust in the One who does. It is about surrender—about acknowledging that we cannot control time, but we can walk in step with the One who holds it. This is humbling because it reminds us of our dependence on God, and yet, it is also freeing because it lifts the burden of striving off our shoulders.
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Healing is not instant. It is not easy. Sometimes, it takes a hundred miles of uphill mountains and deep oceans of tears before we can finally say, ‘I am ready to forgive.’
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Morning, Ladies! How was your weekend? Ours was wonderful—the weather was great! It kept promising rain, but it never came. Since our boat is almost leak-free, I found myself actually hoping for rain, but alas, it stayed away. On Friday, Andre made a shop run, and on his way back, he got water. I thank
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I look up at the sky, watching as night surrenders to the coming dawn. It reminds me of another promise from the Psalms: “I lift up my eyes to the hills—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.” (Psalm 121:1-2)
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Peter knew what it was to tremble. He stepped out onto the water, eyes locked on Jesus, and for a moment, faith carried him where feet were never meant to tread. But the moment his gaze shifted to the wind and waves, fear took hold, and he began to sink.
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I can’t rewrite the past. I can’t unmake the mother I was. But I can surrender what remains. I can place it into the hands of a God who heals, who restores, who makes all things new. And I can rejoice, knowing that my daughter has broken the cycle. That she has chosen faith over fear. That she is raising her daughter not in the shadows of what was, but in the light of what can be.
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Help me to slow down, to see You more, to marvel at the work of Your hands. Teach me to live with eyes wide open to Your miracles, And a heart full of gratitude for the way You show up every single day.
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Why does this choice matter so much? Why did God, who could have compelled us to love Him, leave the decision in our hands instead? What does it mean to choose Christ, and what happens to us when we do? These questions lead us to the heart of God’s character and His incredible plan for humanity.
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Good Evening Ladies, can you believe that we have just stepped into the first few seconds of the new year saying it out loud seems so unreal – 2025. I still remember the beginning of 2023, it feels as if I blinked and two years of my life disappeared. I am sitting on Anchored In
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