Hi Girlfriends!

I know you all must be running out of patience with me, because week after week I’m sharing one trial or another with you. Believe me, I’m so thankful for all of you!

This past week has been one filled with intrigue, regret, sorrow, worry, joy…all the ingredients for a novel. But at the end of the day I had to wonder if I truly trusted in God.

Monday is officially my last day of work, although the state has already paid me my final check. Talk about feeling inconsequential! I’ve also had some health issues I’m worried about, and worry I did! All week. And my poor husband paid the price for my anxiety, worry, regret, and sorrow. To hell with the joyful part of my life!

On Thursday night, after driving home from Sacramento, I had the option of either turning on the television for a bit of mind numbing noise, or I could walk upstairs to my lair and read the Bible—my instruction manual. I chose the latter. And I’m glad I did. I felt better after reading about Saul trying to murder David, and I thought, my life isn’t really all that bad!

I say I trust in God, but do I really? Do my actions speak louder than words? It’s easy to give this sage advice, but do I walk the talk? I had to spend some quiet time answering that questions. And here’s what I know: trusting in God is a choice. I’m still struggling with all my emotions, but I believe God has a plan for my life. S

Psalm 56:11 says, “I trust in God, so why should I be afraid?” That truth made my heart sing. I feel like I’ve taken off a heavy bear pelt and I could dance like an exquisite ballerina. OK, I have no idea what those two things really feel like, but I’m a woman with a wild imagination and a God who loves me.