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Needy

A few months ago I was driving in the car thinking. My mind was on overdrive about my life right now. How complicated everything is. Thoughts/prayer to me are basically the same. He (God) knows my thoughts. Only He and I share them. Anyway, He said, “Katie, I want you to need Me.” Continue reading

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Releasing

When God asks us to let go of a person (parent, spouse, sibling, friend, co-worker, etc.)– maybe the type of relationship we had or planned to have with them, who we wished them to be, or what path we wished they would choose–and trust Him, I think there is only one possible way to do that. Or at least for me there is only one way–I must be convinced that God “has” them. Sometimes I think I’m pretty awesome and that they kind of need me too. Truth is…they don’t. Ouch! 😉 Because, apparently, I think quite highly of Continue reading

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Do You Take Offense at This?

When many of His disciples heard it, they said, “This is a hard saying; who can listen to it?” But Jesus, knowing in Himself that His disciples were grumbling about this, said to them, “Do you take offense at this….” John 6:60-61 (Read more to get the whole picture. I’m just focusing on these verses.)

Ever hear that? Has Jesus ever directed those words at you? I do not know His tone in that particular situation. I can guess but can’t be sure. But I have heard those words…with a “Katie” attached to the end of them. “Do you take offense at this, Katie?” “Does this offend you, Katie?” “Finding My words offensive, Katie?” And they are never in an accusing tone. Jesus does not accuse. satan accuses. I hear plenty of accusations from him. But not from Jesus. Jesus loves. He speaks truth. His eyes burn with passion, love, and truth when He asks those questions.  Continue reading

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No One is Watching Us

I was walking our dog the other night. Two little boys ran over to pet her. (We live in an apartment complex.) When they were done one asked me, “Can we go play on that playground?” And pointed to one of the playgrounds. I answered, “Well, you need to ask your mom or whoever is watching you.” He looked at me with these big beautiful eyes and said, “No one is watching us.” He was probably five years old, the other boy smaller, maybe four. “No one is watching us.” The mother in me weeps.  Continue reading

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