Thursday, January 6, 2011
Merry Christmas, Happy New Year
I apologize for the lack of blogging. So much has been going on in our little part of the world, a lot of which I can't exactly write about on a public forum.
I will say, and I hope my brother doesn't mind, but last year, I had the joy of witnessing such a miraculous transformation of my sibling as He began to understand the Truth of Christ. I have long prayed that God would bring my brother and me into a closer friendship and fellowship, just as I have long prayed that he would have saving belief in Christ. It has been so amazing to have deep spiritual conversations with him and to see God turn around his life.
The last year was full of many mixed emotions. We had many roller coaster moments as we watched our oldest child struggle to learn and retain information due to a swelling, inflamed mass on her brain. Our merciful Father healed her just as He healed our baby Evangeline while she was still in the womb. And that sweet little Evie-Rose was our second homebirth, born just days before Keagan's third birthday. We watched each of our little children grow and flourish. We experienced the joys of parenting along with the struggle of wisely disciplining and correcting. Our marriage was strengthened by the trials and victories, bonding us closer together.
I have so many hopes for this year, and I know God has something amazing planned. I feel like I so often underestimate God's incredible greatness. I know I do.
I am so thankful for Jesus. I have often had to remind myself of the good news of the Gospel. I have struggled under guilt and sin this past year, while God has continued to assure me, "Who the Son sets free is free indeed."
Isn't it amazing that, as believers, we have been set free, yet we drag our ball and chain along with us wherever we go? Isn't it crazy that we KNOW the war has already been won, yet we still live such defeated lives?
I know the devil has certainly used these last few months to poke and prod at me. I have been experiencing a bit of post partum depression which has appeared in the form of spiritual warfare. I am so grateful to have such an amazing fellowship of friends within the body of Christ who have prayed for me and with me. There are times when I feel the pressure within ease and I instantly know someone has prayed for me. It's really an amazing feeling.
So, this seems a little ramble-y, but I wanted you all to know I'm here... :) And I love you!