October Visit to Montana

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First thing we did was go to a Corn Maze!  We made it through just fine – although Sis was lost for a bit.

Next, we went to Edelweiss for lunch!!! YUMMM!!

Three cuties!

Herr Cab

Herr Poppy

The Fraus

Next – Big Homecoming Parade with LOTS of marching bands, big trucks and floats and THIS darling girl in her Cheerleading Group!!!

Ava’s Cheerleading Group Float!

Clifford

Monty

Parade watching group

The MEN

THE WOMEN

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Deep conversation by the mailbox. These two stood there for 15 minutes having a good gab!

Big Sky in Montana neighborhood walk.

We did manage one bake session! Apple Pie from their apple trees.

Gorgeous drive home with lots of fall trees!

Something I printed off of Instagram or Facebook that I want to memorize or at least print in big bold letters and tape on the fridge (Sorry to say I am unable to give credits):

SIMPLE FORMULA FOR LIVING

Live beneath your means.

Return everything you borrow.

Stop blaming other people.

Admit it when you make a mistake.

Give clothes not worn to charity.

Do something nice and try not to get caught.

Listen more; talk less.

Every day take a 30 minute walk.

Strive for excellence, not perfection.

Be on time.  Don’t make excuses.

Don’t argue. Get organized.

Be kind to unkind people.

Let someone cut ahead of you in line.

Take time to be alone.

Cultivate good manners.

Be humble.

Realize and accept that life isn’t fair.

Know when to keep your mouth shut.

Go an entire day without criticizing anyone.

Learn from the past.  Plan for the future.  Live in the present.

Don’t sweat the small stuff.

It’s all small stuff.  (Bold and Italics added)

Summer Heat

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Lake Powell Trip 2019

Beautiful Views

 

 

 

Fun Times with Family

 

 

 

 

 

Gorgeous Plant Life

We were so blessed to get to spend a week on Lake Powell with Cab and Fam and Jess and Fam!  We had a wonderful boat, spent quality time together and ate scrumptious food.  It was a trip of a lifetime and one we will always remember!  We are so grateful!!

On Humility

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It was a frosty 22 degrees this morning.

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Frosty Rhubarb

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Cold peonies peaking out

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Frosty Wild Geraniums

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Frosty hot tub cover

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Baby Willow buds

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Yellow Daffodil

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Baby Current Buds

I’ve been back to reading me some “Ruthless Trust” by Brennan Manning:

“Humble men and women do not have a low opinion of themselves, they have NO opinion of themselves, because they so rarely think about themselves.  The heart of humility lies in undivided attention to God, a fascination with his beauty revealed in creation, a contemplative presence to each person who speaks to us and “de-selfing” of our plans projects, ambitions, and soul.   Page 120  … we present to others a self that is spiritually together, superficially happy, and lacquered with a sense of self-deprecating humor that passes for humility.  The irony is that while I do not want anyone to know that I am judgemental, lazy, vulnerable, screwed up, and afraid, for fear of losing face, the face that I fear losing is the mask of the impostor, not my own… we have not come to terms with the tragic flaw in our lives, the brokenness that is proper to the human condition.  Without that acknowledgment, there can be little power for as Jesus said to the apostle Paul,  “My power works at its best in your weakness.”  II Cor 12:9  Page 122   … Humility and honesty are really the same thing.  A humble person is simply a brutally honest person about the whole truth.  You and I came along a few years ago, and we’re going to be gone in a few years.  The only honest response to life is a humble one.” Page 124

I am far from being the humble person I want to be but it is good to be reminded of the attributes of a humble soul and the direction that one can take to be even a little bit more like Jesus – The Master of Humility!!

Your Servant,

Kimmy

Being Vulnerable

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    Lupine

Dew Drops

Blue Beauty

Penstamen

Sammy Dog

Above pics were taken last spring.  In the middle of a world wide Pandemic because of  Covid 19 (corona virus) it’s good to remember the goodness of the Lord and also to be grateful for our many blessings!

 

How does one get to a place or time in their life that whenever one slows down, whether it be in a moment of quiet time in their favorite chair, or on a bus ride to work, or sitting in a tiny mountain village church, that upon seeking God’s voice, asking for His touch or a whisper in the ear, that all that person senses is Him telling them that His love is faithful, strong, that even though it may be undeserved it is unwavering, unending and unmeasurable.

That’s where I am in my life right now and have been for several months.  It is intense and feels a little desperate, I wonder why that is all God seems to want me to know from Him – like I just can’t seem to get it or to make it stick. I know in my heart it is a good place for me to be.  It is where I am suppose to be right now and I will remain here until I am moved on.

It is a bit of a lonely place and not just a little scary and I find myself wondering if I will ever be moved on to a different place.   It has been a reflective time, being reminded of my part in putting myself in this place and how much of it has been out of my control.  Mostly, I want this time to serve it’s purpose, that the growth and maturity that should be a part of it goes deep, that my heart would be healed to be able to be the person God would have me be. Such times as these, I feel, can make or break a person and I want to do, to chose, what it takes to make it all worthwhile.  Giving up is not an option, nor is bulldozing my path through.  It is not a time of questioning why or how, even though that is just what I am doing. It seems that it is a matter of taking one step at a time, one    step    at    a    time.   (And me – a person who often has only one speed – head down and full bore ahead.)

Recently, I was reading a post by Lesley Leyland Fields.  She was talking about writing your story and how important it is to share the good, the bad, the hard, the intimate…  she shared about her dad’s room as she was sitting with him as he was dieing and I remembered doing that very thing a little over a year ago.  For me it was not so much that I remember the surroundings, it was more the feeling of peace, quiet trust that God was in control, sadness that dad’s time was coming to an end, hope for his eternal life and hard prayers that his struggle would be swift and as painless as possible.  Being with family and sharing our faith in the goodness of our Heavenly Father is a memory that is etched deep in my heart.  It was a time of unity and being drawn closer to one another.

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I wrote the above post a few months ago but did not get it posted. It is still very much what is going on in my heart. And now that we are in the midst of a pandemic the realization that God’s love is with us in a time that, at best, is a confusing and worrisome struggle, at worst, a time of great loss, turmoil and terrifying fear.

Anne Voskamp writes: This is the time for prayer warriors that don’t think that prayer is the least thing we can do but the most we can do…

Yes and amen!

A February to Remember

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Theordore L. Herrman

This has been an unforgettable month.  My father went to his heavenly home on early Saturday morning February 9th.  I mentioned earlier that my dad was facing a hard decision and I can tell you now he had to choose between treatment for his lymphoma, which would not have addressed his real illness, which was lung cancer, and would have had serious side affects, or his other choice was to wait and then go on hospice care.  He chose to go on hospice.  He was signed up early February.  He passed away very quickly, which was our prayer – that he would not suffer long.  He went to be with our Lord on Saturday, February 9th at 3:16 am.  My sisters and I were with him when he passed.  It was very peaceful.  The whole family was together the evening before spending time with him.  Earlier in the day his pastor came to sit with him, pray with him and to give him and all those in the room communion.  It was a very special time.  Dad was interacting with the pastor and was very present with us all at that time.  The hospice nurse came in next.  She tended to his needs and helped us get his meds figured out because he seemed to be having a harder time breathing.  After she left he was resting and from that point on he was mostly non-responsive.  It was as if he had been waiting for all his kids to get there, I was the last to arrive – hubby and I got there on Thursday evening around 8:30, everyone else was already there, Then after that final meeting with the pastor he was ready to go.  I will never forget the last few moments with him, holding his hand, speaking to him about what a good father he was, and that Jesus was waiting to take him home.  I told him that God would say to him, “Well done thou good and faithful servant”, and that he could just let go whenever he wanted to, and as his breathing slowed, his eyes opened to the heavens and he took his last breath.

The family decided to have the funeral the following Monday so that we could all attend.  The service was so good and comforting and the church provided a nice lunch.  My father had picked out the hymns and the verses he wanted.  One verse he chose was his baptismal (or confirmation) verse, Psalm 27: 1-2, “The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom should I fear?  The Lord is the stronghold of my life, whom shall I be afraid?”

One of the most special aspects of this time, to me, was how our family – siblings, spouses and children – rallied and worked together to get things ready for the funeral and to talk about all the stuff that needs to be talked about.  We went through some of mom and dads “stuff” and since hubby and I have gone back home many of them have continued to clean out belongings and get the house ready to be sold.  I am so grateful for my family and proud of each one of them.  Dad will be so missed.  I have often thought I need to call him and see how he is doing or when I post pictures on facebook I hope he will see it because he would comment on pictures sometimes.  And then it comes back that he is gone and then I remember where he is and the peace comes quickly.

Memorabilia Table

Siblings!! Ted, Cec, Debbie, Kim, David.

Cec and her daughter Emily (Chris, another daughter, had already gone home)

Debbie and her husband Jack

Hubster and me

Ted and his wife Chris

David and Debbie (Stormi, Dave’s wife was unable to come.)

Debbie’s son Jonas and his wife Lindsey.

Ted’s daughter Audrey and her husband Andrew

Me and Debrita (as I lovingly call her)  

Here are some random pictures of the dinner

      

 

   

The evening before the funeral was spent going through photo albums and putting together some memorabilia boards.  It was a wonderful time of laughing and reminiscing.  We truly had some good memories to share.

Working together!

Everyone got involved!

We spent time finding and distributing some of Mom and Dad’s special things.  It was a healing time, a sharing time.  I look back on the whole thing with such joy and peace and gratitude for my family.  Here are some pictures for you.

Dad’s paint by numbers.  Up close pics follow:

     

 

 

Such an amazing job my dad did on these paintings.

We staged this funny pictures because we rock/scissor/papered to see who got to go first to pick a picture that was turned around so that we could not see which one we were getting and I got to go first and got the one that was our favorite. But all the pictures are great!!!

                                     

                                     

                                       

We shared knives and broke into dad’s liquor and we ate lots of good food, here David is tasting Halvah!

               

Jack, Debbie’s husband, loved taking selfies as he was taking group pics.  He’s a funny guy that we all love dearly.

The Ted Herrmann Family!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Christmas 2018 and New Years 2019

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Christmas 2018 has come and gone in the Cascade Meyer home.  It was such a great time for Hubster and me.  Cab, Jacqs and kids came in time for Christmas Eve and stayed through.  We enjoyed ourselves greatly!

Caleb, Jacque, Ezra, Ava, and Zeke! Christmas 2018
Ezra 12, Ava 10, Zeke 8
Hubster and me!

Let the party start!

Some distant celebrations!

Sarah and Dave, three of his kids – Tosh, Jesse and Isaac (and their friends) and Talayla 5, in Wales.
Jesse, Larissa, Malia 11, Paisley 8, Hudson 6, Miles 3

We had fun in the snow!

Ava sledding
Ava and Meems
Ezra
Family Photo

We played games!

Ticket to Ride!

And all got together in Boise (except family in Wales) for a Holiday Bash!

In Jesse and Larissa’s lovely home!
Tree lights backlit by the sun!
Frosty Riverside
Riverside frost up close.

And finally some winter scenes taken close to home:

In thinking about the New Year I am not wanting to make any resolutions.  I have been asking myself many questions today.  Some frivolous, some middle ground, and some too serious for me.

The “minimalist” movement has caught my eye and I have started, somewhat, to move in that direction.  I was reading a Victoria Magazine today and loving all the old furniture and decorating ideas and it hit me that usually Victorian style is FAR from minimalist.  That’s when the light bulb came on in my head and why I struggle a bit with minimalism and I think I have found the answer (hopefully)!  Can one be a Victorian Minimalist????  And I think…. YES!… Yes I can.  Most minimalistic furniture is boxy and utilitarian.  What if I used classier furniture pieces (Victorian) without ALL THE SCHTUFF (Minimal) ! (Yes I spelled that correctly!)  (Maybe just a little of the schtuff – though – right?)  We’ll see if this new style goes anywhere.

I also was thinking about how funny my two boys are.  This morning Larissa, Jesse’s wife, sent a New Year greeting to a group of us and that started the ball rolling.  Before it was done Hubster and I were splitting a gut laughing.  I was reminded that laughter is the best medicine along with a healthy dose of thankfulness.  I want to choose both more!

In talking to my daughter in Wales I reflected on my desire for them to move closer.  It is really hard to not have seen them for a year and a half.  I will continue to choose to be grateful that they have each other and a whole new family.  I would so much rather Talayla has a daddy than just a Meem and Pop to help raise her and with modern technology we get to see them almost weekly so I can live with that!

Hubster has been recovering from back surgery and it has been hard for both of us.  I am glad to report that Nurse Ratchet has only come around a couple time (which is more than I like) but once again I am reminded of my selfishness.  A quote out of one of Ann Voskamp book is:  “You only love as much as you are willing to be inconvenienced.”  That kicks me in my hiney every time!!  I am reading her book, The Broken Way, and it is excellent, yet very convicting.  I want to be more giving, broken and poured out but that takes selflessness….O Lord, please help me!

I also have been thinking about family… how if relationships are not worked on they become less important.  I realize that over the years I have let some relationships become more distant than I like.  Some might not believe it but I am an extreme introvert.  I am able to be friendly, personable, talkative even.  But it leaves me drained.  Hubster knows that after I have spent the day at work being “Miss Congeniality” I am dragging physically and emotionally when I get home.  Not proud of that but have had to face the truth of the matter.  Talking on the telephone scares me!  To pick up the phone and call a long distant family member does not sound like fun.  I need to remember that when I do make the effort – or they have – then I find myself enjoying my time.  I would like to work on that!

And finally, the not so fun thoughts.  My dad is facing some tough decisions with his health.  I am praying that God gives him clear direction and peace for what lies ahead.  It is hard to know he has this struggle and that either way he chooses will be a hard road to walk.  All of us will keep him in our thoughts and prayers.  I want him to know how much we all love him and what a great man he is.  I want to be his little Kimmy again and especially at Christmas time I think about how he would play games with us and how we would go to church on Christmas Eve (sometimes twice) and then again on Christmas day and what a vital part church played in our lives.  It was in that big (to me) church in Cheyenne, Wyoming that I was taught by a very dear Sunday School Teacher about having a personal relationship with a loving Savior and about how to pray to our Father in heaven and that our prayers would be answered in God’s time and in God’s way and that is what I am asking for my daddy right now, in this hard time.

It is also because of him and his being faithful to bring us to church that I won a Midge doll (Barbie’s friend) for perfect attendance!

I pray God’s blessings for you in 2019 and may you see God’s goodness and grace!

Kimmy

 

 

 

Looking Back on Christmas 2017

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Christmas 2017 was quiet with just Hubster and me for the Christmas Eve and Day.

Taken Christmas Eve spent with just me, Hubster, and all the critters.

For New Years the Meyer Family got together for our yearly celebration!  We played games, we ate, we played cards, we ate, we watched movies, we ate!

New Years Eve Appetizers! Yum to the Max
Great Effort by ALL!
Miles drinking from the mug!
Chowing down!
Fun Couple
Isaiah
Fun Couples (Brothers and wives)
COOKIES!!
Fun Cousins
Fun Cousins
Fun Darth Vader
Ava and Isaac
Fun Son
Kel and me!!
The Girls
Zekee Bob
EZ
Miles
Hudson
All the grands in one place with the old grands
The mess at the end of present time! See Hubster sitting in his chair. He did great for just having back surgery!!!
Game Time
Larissa brought an “Ugly Sweater” cookie kit with frosting!

As we said our sad goodbyes we thanked God for our dear loved ones and asked the Lord’s blessings on each one!

Our daughter across the pond sent some picture and though we missed them sorely they had a very Merry Christmas too!

Dave Sarah and Talayla
Kissin goin on here!
Christmas Angel at her school Christmas party!
Special Christmas Cake

Just Getting Caught Up

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A couple weekends ago we drove to Pocatello for the best state football game ever!  Our good friends, the Moores, called to tell us that their youngest, who is a senior, was heading for the state football game with his Declo, ID team.  Hubby had asked his Papa to let us know if the Declo football team made it to state!  We got there just in time for the game and it was a good one.  Declo was ahead the whole time but not so much that there weren’t some tense moments.  The topper on the cake is that Beak (the said senior) had his one and only ever end zone catch for a touchdown!  Exciting!  We stayed the night in their lovely guest house and had a wonderful breakfast with the whole family before we went our way.  We weren’t the only ones who made the trip for the game so we got to see an old friend who is an artist and a couple of the older Moore kids!  It was great!!!

Breakfast with Moore Family and Friends

A Picture Outside the Window

The Fellows

Beautiful Idaho

Interstate on the way home

We had a wonderful Thanksgiving with our son, Jesse, and his family in Boise.  We ate, we laughed, we played Apples to Apples with 6 adults and 8 kids.  It was LOUD and fun!  The next day we had a delicious breakfast and then piled into our two cars and drove back up to Cascade Country in search of our Christmas trees.  It was probably the quickest we have ever accomplished that task.  The snow fell so sweetly so that we had a few inches of snow on the trees and on the path as  we trudged through to get to our trees.  It was beautiful and everyone enjoyed the Eggnog and Lorna Dunes we shared after we were back to the cars.  We drove home in the dusk and counted it another successful Thanksgiving weekend.

Jess and family and their Christmas tree!

Our little Christmas tree!

Lovely November Sunrise

Oh Jimmy!

Early Morning Full Moon over West Mountains and Payette River Below our Home

We are headed full on into the Christmas Holidays.  Blessings on you as you prepare your homes and your hearts to celebrate the Baby Jesus’ birth!

Kimmy

Leaving October 2018 Behind

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Here it is November and I didn’t get all my October pictures in.  This month will fly by as well and then we are in to the winter months and the cold, dark season of the year.  (So thankful for the love and light that Christmas brings!)

We are ready for the winter days with wood stacked high on the porch and pine cone fire starters packed away in monthly supply.  Most of the yard work is done, just need to mulch the final leaves that all fell in the last storm and put the tarps on the campers.  (We have a guest camper staying with us this winter.)

Reading Ann Voskamp’s book “The Broken Way” I have been moved and touched by her words.  Here are few from today’s reading:

“It’s only when you know your real identity that you can really break the enemy and break free.  No matter what you’ve lost or who you’ve lost – nothing that’s happened in the past can change it, and nothing in the future can intimidate the reality of it, because this is the realest true:  you are always sufficient because God always gives you His all-sufficient grace.”  pg 192

“All His is mine and all mine – my sins, my death, my damnation – is His, writes Luther.  How we are is not who we are.  Who we are is who He is.” . . . Maybe all the brokenhearted don’t need to try to believe more in themselves, but to believe what Jesus says about them more.”  pg 193

“. . .I think I hear what you’re saying – that once you face Him, you see who you really are . . .so you can go face anything.”      That –       exactly that.”  pg 194

How does she come up with this stuff!!!  It goes deep, I want it to go deep, I am trying to shove it down deep so that it stays in my heart.  We all struggle with feeling inadequate but when it becomes debilitating or so ingrained in our thinking about ourselves we become chained to the enemy’s lies.  Praying for God to reveal how He sees you is a vital part of quiet time.  His words far outweigh my faulty thoughts.  Thank you, LORD!!!!!

We drove to Missoula October 11th to see Cab and Jacqs and family.

First snow on the mountains near Cascade.

Snow topped mountains outside New Meadows

Near Riggins

Lolo Mountain, almost to Missoula

Snow tops and lower hill getting hit with the setting sun outside Missoula

Finally, Grandkids! Zeke made me and Pops a welcome hat that I just had to model!

While we were there we went for a walk with some of their friends along a river, Cab found an old phone. Tried to place a call but no one answered.

This was a different phone – such signs of age.

Apparently, in the olden days, they would use old cars to keep the river from eroding the banks. It was very interesting. (So is that cute couple on the left. Hmmmmm!)

 

Movie Stars

The old couple.

Some adult beverage time.

These two studmuffins cut down a dead cottonwood tree and a pine tree that had it’s top cut off so it was just a fat pine tree bush. They were blocking the view of the mountains but didn’t realize how much until they were gone.

No before pic but the improvement was dramatic!

It snowed Sunday morning so the kids got out and tried to make snowmen.

Later in the day we had to head home leaving these cuties behind!!!

Finally just a mix of fall color and some pics of my sun room

Tamaracks near Lolo pass

Mountain Ash berries

Gold leaves, blue sky – Aspen tree in our front yard.

 

Happy Thanksgiving.  May you find much to be grateful for and take time to give God thanks!

Kimmy

Cascade September Happenings!

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Here are some fun pics:

Most of the grands having a campfire with smores! (August)

Someone had a birthday in early September

School bound grandkids

These kids all got glasses!

This handsome boy already had them but now he has company!

A special affects pictures from Wales

 

Fall foliage

Huge tree in McCall

Syringa Berries

Trees in downtown Cascade

Sun rise and sun set.

Sunrise in mid Septerber 2018

Sunset

Just a mix of stuff

A violet in house

A violet outside. They are such dainty, cute flowers but so hardy!

Kitty in the wild! He heard a squirrel!

Some projects around the house!

Shed before

Shed After

Chair Before

Chair Before

Chair After

Chair After

Last Sunday Hubbs and I were listening to the sermon from Cab and Jacq’s church – Zootown.  We were reminded, once again, of the truth that God is faithful!

BOTTOM LINE!

I, like many people, have prayed for others and encouraged others that God will do as He says, that there is NO WAY he wouldn’t because He is God and He is faithful.  BUT!!!  When it comes to myself there is a real struggle.  So often I feel that I don’t deserve God’s faithfulness.

Some background would be the following stories:  There was a time in my life, about 20 years ago, when I went through a time of an extremely close relationship with God.  I found myself awake in the middle of the night.  I would get up and spend time in prayer and Bible study.  I sensed God’s presence and felt that He spoke to me and had deep times of worship.  It was an awesome time I will never forget.  In the middle of that time Rob’s folks died in a car accident on their way to visit us.  If you would have asked me my biggest struggle at that time I would have told you that I felt it was so UNFAIR!  We didn’t deserve that!  In a time of deep spiritual growth I felt I got my butt kicked!

Fast forward to about six years ago, I picked up an old book that I had in my camper, mostly for show because it was cute.  I was excited to read a book about a man who wanted to have a better relationship with God and walked me through the steps to do just that.  It was a time of encouragement and strengthening of my faith and I felt healed in my spirit.  Then we found ourselves walking through the death of a grandchild at one week old.  Witnessing my daughter go through that struggle was intensely painful not to mention my own pain and anguish.  Once again I felt myself kicked to the curb right after turning back to God.

About three years later Hubby and I found a book, Ruthless Trust by Brennan Manning.  It is an amazing book about learning to trust God in the hard things.  Even the REALLY HARD things!!  We reflected back on times in our life where trials and troubles shook our trust in God and knew that we really needed to work in that area.  We had great discussions and I felt like we were turning the corner and then BLAM!  Once again we were faced with another death.  A different, yet very hard death, the death of a ministry and we found ourselves walking away from our church through no ones fault but our own.  It took some time, I am not going to lie, but we realized our part.  Our judgmental and entitlement attitudes helped bring about this struggle.  There was deep hurt and anger which over time, by God’s grace, turned to repentance and humility.

One residual problem because of these hard times, which probably is the reason most people struggle with the same issue, is that feelings of unworthiness creep up at times.  We have also unfairly placed burdens on each other to fulfill our needs because we did not want to depend on God or trust Him to be the faithful God he is.  We spent time talking this all over and once again, we will turn to God with as ruthless trust as we can muster, taking one step at a time to draw closer to our God who is faithful no matter whether you deserve or not.  I find myself being thankful that God is FAITHFUL to remind us that He is FAITHFUL and there is nothing we can do about that!!  (Praise God!!!)

A quote I came across recently on Instagram:

“DEEP ROOTS ARE NOT TOUCHED BY FROST”

I think this is talking about the very foundation of ruthless trust.  Nothing will shake your foundation of trust if that trust is buried deep and strong.

As Jesus said:  “My peace I leave with you!”

Kimmy