A Season of Thanks

For the first time in a long time, I am seeing thankfulness in a new light.  I am seeing A Father's Light in the heart of mine that has been lost.  I haven't treasured the greatness that comes from the unexpected.  The simple pleasures, the small victories.  I haven't lived life.  I haven't enjoyed life.  I want the destination, not the journey.  I want, want, want...and I don't like waiting.  To wait...whether it be in the waiting room, or for the desires of my heart.  His way is The WAY and I need to trust it.
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Prayer request

I am asking for help, for prayers.  There is a lot on my mind.  Pray for hope, endurance, a willingness to be willing.  Any prayer requests? Or praise reports?
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Weekend plans

Any weekend plans?  So tired.  Wanting some cookies and milk!  Any guilty pleasures?  Mine are peppermint Lamont bark and the family feud game show

Have a good weekend!
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Hope's what we crave. it's a line in a song by For King and Country.  Hope is what we crave.   i can't keep thinking about that statement.  When i think about it, it's a true state.  we have a true desire or craving for hope, something we can't quantify, but ultimately need.  Honestly, when i write these days, i look forward to your comments most of the time because they give me hope.  I have gotten comments that are well meaning, but step on my toes, and sometimes I need that.  Sometimes, I am looking for your comments to give me validation, and as much as I hate to admit this, sometimes it is best when nobody comments.  I say this because I need to look to God, my personal Savior, Jesus Christ.  The only way to satisfy my desire or craving comes from them.  I need to spend time with them today.  I have been lazy, and putting it off.  No more...
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On my mind

I'm listening to Britt Nicole's song "Stand", and all I can think is I must STAND UP to this battle with anxiety that is plaguing my mind.  i have left the word anxiety all in lowercase, because capitalizing it gives that word power to me, and I believe that my GOD IS BIGGER than my battle with anxiety.  I think for the most part I am battling God's will for my life.  I am battling everything i have ever known.  i am coming back to the thing that is most natural for me.  Writing.  I stopped.  I quit it, didn't think i needed it anymore.  God is telling me to use the gift He has given me.  See, i doubt everything about what God says when it comes to me.  it's the truth, it hurts.  I don't like what i see in the mirror.  Never have.  have always felt less than in my own mind.  having to train my brain otherwise.  am i ashamed to admit this...so much so that i am crying knowing i am typing this, for the first time, publicly admitting my shame, my truth.  Do I want to erase this....Yes....I feel like I have been a bad girl this year, as if this year Santa won't bring me gifts this year.  Don't know whether to publish this.  Emotionally spent, physically swept.  If I publish this, it's because I am listening to this song called Redeemed by Big Daddy Weave.
"I am Redeemed, You set Me Free"
Having to remind myself of that fact every second of every day.
God Bless,
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Long day

Long day but wanted to check in.  Favorite Christmas tradition?  Will share mine tomorrow!
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Thanksgiving traditions

Thanksgiving is almost upon us, any tradition you'd like to share?  Special foods or activities?  Are you a Black Friday shopper?
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