so that we might have HOPE....

Tuks sliding down...down.... down.....


Tuks and me at the end of one of those 30'+ inflatable slides. She never cried once, (she went down at least 10 times, I finally had to say "last one") because she trusts me to take care of her. No fear, the way I need to trust God, no fear and to know he will care for me/us.





This is the name of the series my pastor is talking about. He is covering the book of Genesis and Exodus. It has really been ministering to me because it reminds to have faith in God's promises, even though I may not always see or experience them, they are still true. I have had a very winding relationship with God. I would say at one time I was quite "on fire' as the saying goes, but then I have had my faith ship wrecked too because I had my eye on fellow "so called Christians". I say that because I feel that at times people who know the promises of God will sin knowing God will forgive. JMHO, since I have have met people like that. But, also there was a period of time when I was walking deeply in sin...It was when my faith had been ship wrecked and quite frankly, I felt "what the heck, what difference will it make". Now I know better.

I have been attending church since Tuki came home, so just over 1 year. Before that I had quit attending for 4 years. I promised God that when she came home I would be back in the door, and I was within 1 month of her arrival. I know not my place to make promises to God, but remember I was struggling with God on many levels at the time. The reason I started attending again was because the church I go to has many families that have/do adopt internationally and trans-racially. Just this morning in the bulletin there was an announcement of a family that came home with a daughter from Guatemala.

Anyway...this attendance was for her, so I thought, but God, being God has really been healing me and my heart. I am once again feeling hope.....and I am once again leaning on his strength and not on mine....