You’re Gonna Be Ok

We all need to hear those words a lot of times. When our back is against the wall. When things seem to be closing in. We feel we may even lose our sanity through the chaos.

This song always gives me peace. Things may be hard for you right now my friend, but just take one step at a time. Don’t look to the left or the right. Keep focused on God’s outstretched hands. He will see you through this. 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

You’re Gonna Be Ok (Lyric Video) – Brian & Jenn Johnson | After All These Years – YouTube
— Read on m.youtube.com/watch

Horses~Alphabet Challenge 2019

Stu at Something to Stu Over has brought back the Alphabet Post Challenge. 👏👏👏

You can read how this challenge came into being by checking out this post.

Here are the guidelines:

Acknowledge the blogger that challenged you.

Display the challenge photo or create your own 🙂

Link back to this post so I can read yours.

Create one post or multiple posts, as I did, using a word that starts with each letter of the alphabet and share your thoughts on the word you chose and how it can be applied to our lives.

Be creative! Use words, pictures, gifs…whatever just have fun. 🙂

Nominate/tag as many bloggers as you would like to participate.

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A song by Jamin Hart called Healer. I shared a while back how she gave her testimony of how God healed her of TMJ.

She was told she should never sing again, because her jawbone was in such a terrible condition.

But she stepped out by faith one night and while she sang, God completely healed her! Through her testimony and praying ministry, her friend was later healed of TMJ also! 🙌

youtu.be/rBOaND_qTUw

Echo~My youngest daughter’s horse at one time.

I thought this was a fun edit of the original😄

Willy & my daughter

Echo & Sam~ Sam was 26 years old when he passed😭

Sam & Rosebud

I finally found the pic of Rosebud, so here she is! She was a wild one! She threw my daughter off several times. She was a beauty though!

Bravely Seated

She attends church by herself. Every Sunday morning. Every Sunday night. Every Wednesday night. With the diligence a mail carrier models, she treks through the days, and shoulders through the rain, sleet and snow, into her fierce trials and disappointments.

There was a time–previously in her fond memories–where they all stood as a family, on the old familiar pew. Together was once a feeling of familiarity and comfort. Even though her circumstances have changed, somehow she knows she isn’t truly alone.

Bravely, she takes a seat, hands clasped, fingers locked tight with her promises. “God has seen his ways, and will heal him”….”They will come again to their own border….”

“And there is hope in thine end, saith the LORD, that thy children shall come again to their own border.” Jeremiah 31:17

Seated together. Hope. Promises. God. She is not alone.

Pic credits to covenantheirs.org