Good morning, Father.
Thank you for hope again this morning, showing me in my mind’s eye what COULD happen. It seems impossible, Lord, but I know you are the God of impossibilities, and it really seems that you enjoy rescuing your people at the last moment some times. Thank you for your presence in our lives, closing the right doors and opening the right doors, so that we can know which way to walk. And even though it SEEMS like all the doors are closed right now, I trust you to open one for us and provide a way for us to walk through. Father, please work your miracles. You know what we need. It appears to me that we at LEAST need a working vehicle, and preferably some type of RV or camper, if we are to be homeless. Without a working vehicle, I guess we would need a good person to take us in and give us shelter for a time. No one has stepped forward to help, and few have even come over to look at the things we are trying to sell (basically everything we own!), so we really are looking to YOU for help, Lord. I trust you completely, and I thank you for the peace I have this morning. Please help me to keep looking to you and not get overwhelmed with fear of the unknown. YOU are known, and YOU are Faithful, Lord. Amen.
Isaiah 54:2-5 ERV
“Make your tent bigger. Open your doors wide. Don’t think small! Make your tent large and strong,
because you will grow in all directions. Your children will take over many nations and live in the cities that were destroyed.
Don’t be afraid! You will not be disappointed. People will not say bad things against you. You will not be embarrassed. When you were young, you felt shame. But you will forget that shame now. You will not remember the shame you felt when you lost your husband.
Your real husband is the one who made you. His name is the LORD All-Powerful. The Holy One of Israel is your Protector, and he is the God of all the earth!
Lord, I have never known life without shame. It seems to be my companion and even part of my identity, since the first instances of abuse when I was still in diapers. Although I feel I have been cleansed from nearly all the shame of my youth, I still feel hindered by the shame of these last few years and my present state of poverty. If it is your will for me to continue to endure this extreme poverty that just seems to keep getting worse, then I ask you to please teach me how to let go of the shame of it, to stop feeling like your kicking post, and to start living in JOY no matter what it LOOKS like around me. Before I was facing homelessness and the loss of everything I own, I felt so much joy that I wondered if you were about to take my life, for I could not see how I could hold any more joy than I already had. But these last few weeks or so, I often feel crushed, feeling like you MUST not love me, if you allow so much to happen to one person in one life. I know this is foolish thought, but I can’t help the hurt, Lord. Help me to be FREE, no matter what you choose for me. But above all, help me to be faithful to the end. Thank you, Shepherd.