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When you get to the bottom of it, when you’re honest with yourself and with God, when you dig deep, sort it through, and lay it all out, and find pulsing there this fear this doubt this question :: . — God, can I REALLY trust you? — . If you’ve ever asked or if you’re wondering now, let your heart and your mind and every fiber of who you are hear this — . You can trust Him. You can trust Him. You can trust Him. . Read it and repeat it. Say it over and over and over again. . I can trust Him. I can trust Him. I can trust Him. . If I could put my hand on your shoulder and look you in the eyes right now I would say this :: wherever you are, whatever you’re facing, you can trust the Man who died for you. . “If you can trust God to save you for eternity, you can trust him to lead you for a lifetime” (David Platt). . Tag a friend who needs this reminder.

#lymediseaseawarenessmonth // PRAISE REPORT ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ It’s May 31st, which signifies one of two things:⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ 1. It’s the end of Lyme disease awareness month — the disease that stole much of the last seven years of my life.⁣⁣ ⁣ 2. It’s also the day I woke up full of hope and gratitude and wonder at the ways God has sustained and healed me... and walked up my stairs with five gallons of water like it was nothing.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Friends, this past week has rocked my freakin’ world.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ You see, Jose just started a full-time job that has him 20 minutes away from 3:30-midnight, five days of the week.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Not only is this a HUGE reason to thank God because it signifies the (almost) end of a long, faith-testing eight months of essentially relying on my (very limited) income, but this was a job he was forced to turn down last year because I wasn’t well enough to be home alone at night.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ You guys.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ This morning, I wasn’t sure I could handle driving at all. It’s been a tough few days.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ BUT GOD. Like so many times before, His strength was made perfect in my weakness and when I needed to get water for the house, I was able to go to the store, carry everything out by myself, and take multiple trips up and down the stairs to get it all inside.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Two years ago, I had to scoot on my butt to get up stairs. I would have turned down this house because it had stairs.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Today, I am a living, breathing miracle.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Do I still have a long way to go? Yes.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Am I confident that one day every single symptom will be nonexistent? With every fiber of my being.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Would I trade the past seven years of desperation, crying out to God and watching Him sustain me in every moment to have never had Lyme? Nope.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ This year, for Lyme disease awareness month, I’m standing as a rare example of someone who is believing for complete healing, not just “remission.”⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ And I’m seeing it happen right in front of my eyes.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ It’s your turn next, friend.

This little girl is getting so big! Lost her tooth this week, reading with excellence, and danced beautifully at her recital today. How I wish I could stop time and enjoy her a little more during each season. Big changes are coming our way. I'm excited and nervous at the same time. Big changes for this little girl and our little family. She's so strong and resilient though. I trust she'll adapt and grow through the change. Change is even harder when you're a parent, because it not only affects you but also your child, who has been placed in your care. You hope they'll adjust well and pray for guidance through it all. In the end we need to truth the Lord with our decisions and know that He knows best not only for us but also our children.

This best memes make you smile because they’re true, right? . I rest my case. . Cred: @bushelandabeck

Sometimes when my husband is telling me something important, he gets close to my face as if trying to emphasize the weight of his words. It’s at these times, however, I have trouble concentrating on what he is saying. I find myself distracted by the details of his face. I notice the smile wrinkles that have crept into the corners of his blue eyes. I see the worry lines that run across his forehead and think of how ill our first-born was and how we silently wondered if we would be able to watch him grow into a boy and a man. I notice how tired his eyes look and I am reminded of the years of hard work, the long days and stressful hours he has logged in order to provide for our family. I silently thank him that he has never resented a moment of it.⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ I do not find myself wishing away this aging process, but rather drawing comfort from it. I feel connected to him through the lines and creases given by the living of this life. They represent what we have shared. They tell the story of our life together. They connect me to him in a way that words cannot. I have been a part of those lines and changes; we have lived them together.⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Learning to love isn’t easy. It wrinkles and changes us. The youthful exuberance of young love is carved away by the cares of life until etched into our very being is the ability to truly love another in the unselfish way love is designed to be given.⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ As he finishes talking, I realize I’ve not caught most of what he said because I've been too busy reading his face. Perhaps I should not get angry or annoyed when I perceive he is not listening to me. Maybe it isn’t that he hasn’t been listening to my words, but that he has been reading my face instead.⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Mary Gallagher | @simplelife_simplefaith⠀⠀ ___⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Do you know someone who would be blessed by today’s devotion? Tag them in the comments below to let them know you’re thinking of them. ❤️⠀⠀ ___⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ONLY 3 DAYS LEFT to pre-order our summer issue, SURRENDER in order to be the first to receive it! All pre-orders through June 1st and subscriptions will ship June 3rd! Find the LINK IN OUR BIO to PRE-ORDER OR SUBSCRIBE TODAY!

Have you ever lived in a place where one season seems extremely long? I live in Utah, a state known for hosting the Winter Olympics and boasting the “greatest snow on earth”! Winter plays a role in 3 of the 4 seasons here, so needless to say, the craving for sunshine is real!⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Winter played a cruel trick on us this year by withholding the white fluffy goodness during a time that we really wanted it (the holidays) and then once the desire for snow had subsided, Mother Nature froze our windows and dumped piles of that white fluffy madness on our front lawns. No one was very happy about it, myself included.⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Living in prolonged seasons, especially when it’s an uncomfortable one, can often feel discouraging and make our hearts restless. I think about Job in his season of suffering. A season that dumped on him all at once and didn’t let up for months on end. He was living the perfect life - house full of kids and yard full of camels. When all of a sudden, Chaldeans came out of the woods and fire fell from the sky; everything was taken from him in the blink of an eye. It seemed hope had gone and all he ached for were answers and relief from his suffering. Yet none of that came.⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ It’s a hard story to swallow, not one that most people seek out. Yet the one thing we learn from Job is that even in the midst of prolonged seasons of suffering, our God is sufficient. C.S. Lewis said it best when he said, “God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pain.”⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Unpleasant seasons come to us all. It’s not a matter of being good or bad, it’s a matter of being human. “Should we accept good things from the hand of God and never anything bad?” (Job 2:10 NLT). Yet no matter what our season, God is present and more than sufficient to carry us through.⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ “But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives, and he will stand upon the earth at last. And after my body has decayed, yet in my body, I will see God!” Job 19:25-26 NLT⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Marcie Weiszbrod | @missmarciejean⠀⠀ ___⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ONLY 5 DAYS LEFT to pre-order our summer issue, SURRENDER in order to ship June 3rd! LINK IN OUR BIO to PRE-ORDER OR SUBSCRIBE TODAY!

That hard stuff she’s going through? You bet we’re going to help her bear it. All the way to the cross, though, friend. It’s not ours to keep. Our job is transitory. . All kinds of thoughts on the real risk of vulnerability, on the blog (link in profile) and in stories today. ❤️

When I first went minimalist, I thought it meant I was now “raising minimalists.” That if I played it right, my kids would immediately hand over their clutter, ditch the light up toys and thank me for saving them from the allure of materialism. . Yeeeaah, not so much. . What I’ve grown to learn is that while yes, getting our kids on board with less IS possible (LINK IN PROFILE❤️), turning my kids into “minimalists” isn’t what this is about. . It’s about character. . Their bedrooms will likely never make the cover of Minimalist Weekly. (Is that a thing?) and my daughter still can’t get enough of her light up Buzz Lightyear and that’s ok. . I’ve realized that I’m not really “raising minimalists,” I’m simply raising humans in a minimalist home. I know they’re better off because it. . Minimalism is a guardrail meant to eliminate distractions, resist excess, keep ME more present, and our family moving toward the things that matter most. Toward the things money can’t buy like, #contentment #generosity #gratitude #faith #grit . . Perfect minimalism is an illusion. . The 3 Words That Helped My Kids Embrace Minimalism—>Link in profile . . . #declutteryourhome #declutteryourlife #tidyhome #minimalistfamily #minimalismwithkids #minimalistmom #embracingaslowerlife #clutterfree #abundantlifewithless #lessbutbetter #seekingsimplicity #intentionalliving #abundantlife #minimalism #hopewriters #simplifylife #minimalistlifestyle #simplehome

Want to get your body summer-ready Surprise! It already is! Girl, last summer I found myself in tears multiple times when I realized NOTHING (besides 1 sundress & a few baggy tees) fit me from the summer before. I felt claustrophobic in my clothes and anxious in my own skin. Gaining 40lbs in a year rattled me & my confidence more than I’d like to admit. I haven’t lost the weight, but I’ve been working super hard to lose the shame, anxiety, and comparison. This summer, I want to focus on how I can be the most encouraging woman in a room rather than worrying about being the biggest. I want to wear the bathing suit without awkwardly crossing my arms over my stomach. I want to wear shorts and rock the stretch marks + cellulite. I want to buy clothes that fit me & are fun, no matter the number on the tag. WHO IS WITH ME?! ‍♀️‍♀️‍♀️‍♀️ We’ve got better things to do, sisters, than obsess about our bodies & weight. There are people to love & dreams to chase & art to create & books to read & weddings to dance at & bonfires to enjoy & lakes to jump in & so.much.more. And the wonderful part is that not one of the magical, wonderful, fun parts of summer (or life) is dependent on your size.