Lorri Dudley

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Woman's praying hands

The Perfect Way of Unanswered Prayers

“Did you ever wish you had a girl?”Woman's praying hands

I froze, ornament in hand suspended midway to the tree. My middle son peered at me, his eyes seeking an answer. His question drew the attention of my youngest, and they both stared at me with unblinking eyes.

Was this one of those questions that could impact them for the rest of their lives? I could picture them lying on a couch addressing a future psychologist, “The reason I can’t hold a job or have a family is that my mother really wanted a girl.”

I am a girl, and it’s natural to want what’s familiar to you, but thankfully, we don’t always get what we want.

I hung the ornament on a limb and turned to face them with an honest answer. “At one point, yes. I thought having a girl like myself might be fun, but God had a better plan. God knew what I wanted before I realized it myself. He knew that as soon as I met you, you would be the ones I wanted, and so I’m very thankful that God went with His plan and not mine.”

Later that same night, as we were setting the table, my youngest poured the milk and asked me, “Did you have a boyfriend before Dad?”

I set a plate down and wondered what was it about today that had them asking all these questions. “Yes, I dated some boys in school.”

His eyes grew big and solemn. “Did dad know?” He whispered the words as if I’d been cheating.

Holy moly, I needed to be very clear. “No, no, no. I hadn’t met your dad yet.”

“Did you break up with them?” he asked.

“Well, some I did, but some broke up with me.”

“If you didn’t want to break up, did you want to marry them?”

Dinner could have been burning on the stove, but I wouldn’t have cared. It was one of those rare, amazing moments when you hold your child’s complete attention. I inhaled a deep breath. “At the time, I had wanted things to work out, but I’m very, very, grateful that God didn’t answer those prayers. He knew there was a better man for me—your dad.” I smiled. “God’s ways are higher than our ways. If I had married one of those men, then I wouldn’t have had you.”

I searched my son’s eyes for an indication that my elderly wisdom might have registered.

“How did the other boyfriends break up with you?” He smiled a mischevious grin. ​

Maybe it would sink in later.

All those questions reminded me to be grateful that God hadn’t answered my prayers. Back then, I had wondered where God was, why he hadn’t responded. I My boys sitting togethermourned the loss of what my mind had conceived, but God was patient with me and forgiving. All the while he was maneuvering the pieces of his puzzle into place to form a bigger picture. Looking back, I see his fingerprints everywhere. And, if I had one prayer now, it would be that my own children wouldn’t try to force the pieces of the puzzle together. That they would trust in God’s plan and relinquish their own. Psalm 18:30 says it best, “As for God, His way is perfect.”

 “For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the Lord.
“As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.” – Isaiah 55:8-9

What Do We Live For?

In a 2010 Afghanistan firefight, William “Kyle” Carpenter ran towards a hand grenade to shield another marine, Lance Cpl. Nicholas Eufrazio, from the blast. The William "Kyle" Carpenter with Medal of Honorimpact cost Kyle his eye and lower jaw. His lung collapsed and many of his bones shattered. He was labeled dead as he arrived at the field hospital and nearly died a second time at Walter Reed Medical Center. Countless surgeries and two and a half years of rehabilitation in a hospital, Kyle lived to be awarded the Medal of Honor, the nation’s highest military award. Kyle refuses to let the enemy stop him. He says, in the defense video which can be seen below, “The enemy killed me. I came back, ran a marathon, completed a mud run, and jumped from a plane. I won’t ever quit. I am just getting started,”

This week as we celebrate and honor our veteran’s, I am grateful to Kyle, and every military person who has fought for our great country to maintain our freedom. It is obvious by reading about Kyle and watching his video not only what Kyle is willing to die for, but also what he is willing to live for.

As I sit and type in my cozy room, safe in my warm home, with the sound of birds chirping outside my window instead of mortar fire, Kyle’s story gets me thinking. He was willing to risk his life for our freedom and safety. Jesus said in John 15:13, “No one can have greater love than to give his life for his friends.” Jesus knew this all too well. He paid the ultimate price for all of us. He took our sins upon himself and nailed them to the cross so that anyone who believes in him can have eternal life (John 3:16).

The question now becomes, what do we live for? Or, better yet who do we live for? We have been given an amazing gift, a second chance. What are we doing with it? Jesus said he came so that we may have life and have it to the full (John 10:10). Are we living a full life?

And by full, I don’t mean busy. Busyness can be detrimental. I admit I struggle with this. If I have an idle moment, instead of using it to be still and listen for God’s voice, I allow guilt to set in and create trivial tasks to occupy my time. Busyness doesn’t lead to a full life. Leading a life with purpose does.

Wallowing in sadness or hiding behind our fears also doesn’t honor the sacrifice made for us. I don’t mean for us to slap a smile on our faces and fake it til we make it. No, I’m saying turn our focus from inward to outward. God is greater than the pile of unpaid bills, the boss’s hurtful words, or the date that never texted or bothered to call back. Happiness is momentary and fleeting based on an event, but God’s joy is a continuous spring from which we can drink and drink often and whenever needed. By showing God’s joy through our countenance, through our lives, and our actions, we are honoring Jesus’s sacrifice.

Starting today, how can you honor the sacrifice made for you?

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Battle of the Saintes painting

The Meaning of Shalom

My two oldest kids were terrible sleepers as babies. If they slept for over two hours straight, I’d do a happy dance. When I discovered I was pregnant with my third, I Baby Name Finder: Baby Name Wizardwas determined this child would be a better sleeper. I even typed into the baby names finder what name means “sleeps through the night.” The closest it could determine was Shalom which means peace.

Shalom. I’d heard this Hebrew word before but usually associated it with a Jewish greeting or salutation. Shalom actually has a deeper meaning than just peace which we often associate with the absence of war. It means inner well-being, prosperity, and health. Now, I didn’t end up calling my son Shalom. A friend of mine had already given the name to her daughter (who is a lovely girl both inside and out, and I couldn’t think of a better name for her), but I love the idea that every time she calls her daughter’s name she is speaking prosperity, peace, and health over her little girl.

I’ve been researching the British Caribbean during and after the American Revolution for an Island book series I’m working on, so I’ve been digging into Battle of the Saintes paintinghistorical events, piracy, and Caribbean life in the late 18th and early 19th century. One thing I never realized was how the Caribbean Islands impacted the Revolutionary War. The British Navy, at the time, was the greatest in the world. America standing up to the mother country was like David going up against Goliath. However, Britain was also in a power struggle with France over the Caribbean islands which were valuable for their sugar exports. British Naval forces were split between fighting in America and protecting their island holdings from foreign invaders. The division weakened British naval forces in their fight for control of the United States (O’Shaughnessy, An Empire Divided, 2000, p.185).

The national election is this week and Newscasters have been as excited as a weatherman before a blizzard. I try not to be political, and I don’t plan to start now. I’m typing this on Monday knowing it will be read after the polls have closed and the results determined, and I did that intentionally. Because one thing I’ve come to realize about people whether on the left or right is that we all want shalom. We all desire well-being, happiness, and prosperity and to see others prosper. Jesus (the Prince of Peace) said it best in Mark 3:25 which was echoed in a speech by President Abraham Lincoln, “If a house is divided against itself, that house cannot stand.” We are stronger when we are unified.

No matter what the outcome, I hope we find unity as a country and as the body of Christ. That we stop pointing fingers and instead focus our pursuits on life, liberty, and happiness. I pray we will each strive to reach shalom.

So, may you have health and well-being, may you continue to chase your dreams, and may you prosper.


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Wheat field at sunrise

How to Reap a Harvest

“Leave a place better than you found it.” Ever since I heard this piece of wisdom from author and speaker, Joe McGee, I’ve repeated it a hundred times, and my kids Wheat field at sunrisemay roll their eyes when we’re leaving a fast food restaurant, or someone’s house, or the church, but I interpret it to mean I’m getting through to them. It’s not always fun to pick up the napkins someone else left on the floor at Dairy Queen or to wipe off the sink at church when someone else left a mess, but I remind them that opportunities will arise when you strive to do more than what is expected.

People will invest in you when you are faithful in the small things.

When my husband’s company posts a hiring ad, typically there is a small project suggestion at the bottom of the job posting. For example: create a video that tells why they’d be a good fit for the company. It’s amazing how many people send over their resume and completely ignore the project request. However, the ones who went the extra mile and created the short video have almost always received a job offer. (I actually can’t think of one who hasn’t, but that might not be the case.)

What is expected of you is the threshold—so do more.

We were not meant to blend in and get by. To be salt and light to the world, we must stand out, and to that, we need to go above and beyond. Take it from Rebekah in the Bible. When Abraham grew old, he sent his servant to go find a wife for his son Isaac. I can imagine the servant stressed out by the big task of finding a bride Two camelsand convincing her to come back with him to an unknown place to marry a man she’d never met. So the servant prayed, help me be successful in this, Lord. He asked it to be a sign if a woman waters his camels then that woman was to be Isaac’s bride. So the servant sat down near the spring and along came Rebekah. He asked her for a drink, and she not only gave him a drink but watered his camels also. Now, this doesn’t sound like too big of a task until you consider that camels can drink up to fifty gallons and the servant didn’t just bring one or two camels—he had brought ten. That is a lot of water to draw from the well. Rebekah went the extra mile, and she reaped a harvest of God’s blessing in return.

It doesn’t have to be a monumental task like watering ten camels. It’s okay to start small. Zechariah 4:10 says, “Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin.” We might not be able to do for all, but we can start with one. Bless them, sow a seed, and watch it turn into a harvest.

Go ahead, leave the world better than you found it.

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Dudley's on Mt. Monadnock, NH

Harder the Hike, the Better the View

Mount Monadnock in New Hampshire is not for the faint of heart or the occasional Sunday stroller. I’m usually up for an adventure, and it was a gorgeous day, so we Dudley's on Mt. Monadnock, NHstruck out with the kids and some friends and headed up the mountain. The boys did great until we were about ¼ of the way up the first peak when they began to complain. “How much further?” “Are we there yet?” “My legs hurt.” Now I said the first peak because it is a double summit mountain. Once you get to what you believe to be the top, you realize the trail keeps going, and there’s another peak hiding behind the first. At this point, I’m mentally siding with the boys. I didn’t own hiking boots, and my sneakers were done sneakin’. I thought I was in pretty good fitness shape until the muscles in my ankles began to hurt from adjusting to the uneven ground.

My husband being the optimist said, “Look, we’re almost to the top.” We kept moving. Part of me wanted to turn around. We’d been hiking for over a couple hours, and we still had to go all the way back down. I wanted to protest or complain, but I didn’t want to ruin the trip for our friends or allow the boys to see mom give up.

At last, we reached the top, I remember ignoring the aches and pushing my legs up View from Mt Monadnockthe final steep climb. It opened onto a rocky plateau. I stopped to catch my breath. Not because I was winded, but because the view was so spectacular. From the peak, an endless patterned carpet filled with greens, yellows, oranges, and reds spread out before us. A vast expanse of clear blue stretched above us, and when we looked east, we could see a cluster of tiny rectangular sticks that comprised of the city of Boston.

One of our boys stared wide-eyed and said, “Wow! Look at how great God is.” That made the entire trek for me. The hard climb, the achy muscles, the pure exhaustion, all forgotten as we gazed out at the splendor before us.

The harder the hike, the better the view.

For ten years we used to run a small group at our house weekly. (Now that I’m wiser we’ve learned to rotate houses.) There were days where I’d come home from work exhausted. The kids would be at each other, and I still hadn’t fed them dinner or set out food and chairs for our small group. I would rub my temples with one hand and hold my phone with the other ready push send on an email to cancel the group for the night.

But, thank God, I didn’t hit send.

Those nights we’d have the most incredible group, filled with breakthroughs, people opening their hearts, and Godly revelations. This happened at least a couple nights a semester, and every time it would be a remarkable experience.

There is evil out there that wants to keep us from experiencing God’s joy. It will attack us in big and small ways, but don’t relent. Keep pushing through. There is something spectacular for you to see but the devil is doing his darnedest to block your way.

If you’re exhausted and spent, uncertain whether you can keep going, you may be steps away from a breakthrough. Let the devil know you’re onto his trick, and you’re not backing down. You’re going to keep hiking because God has planned an amazing view for you right over the next peak.

“God is my strong fortress, and he makes my way perfect.” – 2 Samuel 22:33 (NLT)

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Red ripe apple on limb

Are We the Sum of Our Experiences?

There’s nothing like being around young kids to make you learn anew the infinite reserves of energy that they hold. I watched my niece (8) and nephew (5) over the weekend. It was fun to hang out with them and good bonding time, but I have to admit on Sunday night I was wiped and in bed by 8:30 pm.

I would love to harness even a small portion of their youthful vigor, but if asked if I could go back to a certain age—any age—I would have to say no. Youth may have more energy, a fresh perspective, and enthusiasm, but age gives a solid base to cling to when the world goes crazy. My foundation cannot be shaken because of the experiences I have to draw upon, both good and bad.

Picasso said, “We don’t grow older, we grow riper.”

I prefer to view aging from Pablo’s perspective. The faith and wisdom we gain ripe red apple on a limbthrough living ripens us into tender and sweet fruit. And, as we grow in the fruit of the spirit (love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, and self-control), we are better equipped to handle anything life throws our way.

Where I believe some young adults get stuck is in thinking that they are the conglomerate of their experiences. Don’t fall into the categorization trap. Mistakes and successes don’t define a person. They teach us, it’s the best hands-on skills training you can get, but there is no grade. You can’t take it pass/fail. It’s simply for you to grow and reach the next level. Just because I have failed doesn’t make me a failure. Because I have had some success doesn’t make me inherently successful. And, because I have disappointed, it doesn’t make me a disappointment. My experiences shaped me, but they don’t define me.

I am a beloved child of God. Created by his hands. Nothing can change that. And so are you. If you’ve made unwise choices you’re ashamed of, leave them at the feet of Nathaniel Hawthorne's "The Scarlet Letter" book coverJesus. I remember reading Nathaniel Hawthorn’s The Scarlett Letter in school. Hester Prynne was forced to wear the mark of her shame on her shirt. Society tried to define her by her mistake. The Bible conveys a different story about a woman caught in the act of adultery. When the woman was dragged naked before Jesus, He told the Pharisees, “Let the one who has never sinned throw the first stone.” The Pharisees all dropped their stones and left. Jesus, then, looked the woman in the eye and said “Neither do I condemn you. Go and sin no more.”

Experiences help us better understand right from wrong. They offer hope because God saw us through, and He is faithful to do so again. They give perspective so that we’re not overwhelmed by the small obstacles anymore. They teach us consequences and show us that God’s plan is better than anything we could have come up especially when it’s not the way we might have gone about it.

When we submit our past to God, it gives us hope for the future, because He is the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end, the past and the future.

The already “ripened” must also be careful not to lord our wisdom over the younger generations as if we know best. Instead, we need to use the knowledge that we’ve gained from trial and error and hard work as a ladder for the next generations. Help them to climb higher than we did. Teach them to avoid the pitfalls from which we’ve clawed our way out. We also need to glean from their enthusiasm and vigor.

With God’s power behind us, we are an unstoppable force.

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Beaver swimming

Leave it to Beavers

You may be thinking I have some sort of fascination with animals that start with the Beaver swimmingletter B. I’ve talked about buffalos, bears, and now beavers. If I do a blog on badgers, I will admit I have a problem. Actually, a friend of mine, Michelle, was asking me about my writing. When I told her I was getting a little discouraged, she smiled and announced that I need to be a beaver.


It turns out beavers secrete an oil which acts as an insulator and waterproofing agent. Not only does water roll off their back, but they are shielded from the elements. They also have a flexible toe to pull out any burrs and parasites that worm their way in through the protective layer of fur.

In addition, their ears have valves which close to prevent water from getting in when they are submerged. Their eyes have a nictitating membrane which helps them to see clearly underwater. Beavers pair for life and have strong social bonds, surviving together as a group. And, don’t forget their wide, flat tails which act as a rudder for steering.

So, be a beaver. When negative thoughts worm their way in, pluck them out before they take hold. Let rejection roll off you like water off a beaver’s back. Plug your ears to doubt and criticism and hone in on the sound of God’s voice. See clearly by keeping focused on the one who created and planned your future. Use God’s word as a rudder to steer you in the right direction. And, if or when you do get down, get around people who will pull you out of the pit of discouragement and help you to stay the course.

Joshua 1:9 commands us, “Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” God has given us the abilities we need to do His will. We are stronger than we realize when we lean on Him.

Impressed by the beaver yet? Well, here’s another fact. Beavers are one of the few Beaver damspecies that change their environment to suit them. By building dams, they flood the surrounding area to modify the land for their purposes instead of adapting to suit the location.

And so should we. We are to live in the world but not be of the world. When we feel like caving to societal pressure, being lured down an easy path, or conforming to the norm, remember God made us to stand out. We were created to make a difference for His kingdom. We are to be the salt and light to a dark world. We are to shine as a city on a hill that cannot be hidden (Matthew 5:13-16).

So go ahead and start building a dam. Someday you’ll wake up to waterfront property.

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a cluster of cockle burrs

A Briar Fight

I’d never heard of or even conceived of something like this until my kids came to me with brown thistle burrs stuck in their clothes and hair. Being a mom of three boys a cluster of cockle burrsI’ve had to learn to handle mud baths, spontaneous water hose fights, and other messes. Usually, I’d just say go clean up and change your clothes, but we were at church. (Yes, church, of all places to get into a briar fight. I’m not even sure where they found the briars.) When it was time to check them into the kid’s service, my youngest was practically in tears because the hooks of the burrs had lodged in his shirt and were now irritating his skin. “Mom,” he says, “it itches, but not in an itch/scratch way, in a burning way!” I thought, well, yeah. What did you think would happen after a briar fight?’

As I worked on a solution that didn’t require me driving home to get him a new shirt, my gaze fell on the flash of blue tucked under my other son’s arm. The youngest took off his shirt and donned his brother’s jacket. He worried about being naked underneath, but at least the itch was gone.

It may be because I’ve been writing for this blog for a while or maybe it’s because God is good at teaching me life lessons through my boys, but my first thought after getting them all briar free was, this is going to end up as a blog story. Sure enough, here I am writing about the briar fight. Hebrews 12:1 kept running through my mind. “Let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles.”

The briar fight sounded like fun at the time. They knew it was something mom wouldn’t have approved of, but the fun factor rang louder than my voice in their heads. Afterward, however, they suffered the consequence of having tiny little needles pricking their skin, keeping them from being comfortable and from enjoying what God had planned for them next.

Sin can be like the briar. It may seem like fun. Like it’s not that big of a deal, that it’s relatively harmless and besides no one has to know. But then, the little hooks of sin embed themselves into your clothes and eventually work their way into your skin. Their pinpricks become a distraction, an annoyance, and before long the pain becomes all consuming. The fun was short-lived but the consequences are long-lasting.

Thankfully we have a big brother we too can turn to. If we ask him, he will strip us of our burr laden shirts. He will readily hand us his garment—the white robe of righteousness. The pain of our past, present, future sins he nailed to the cross. So, whenever the barbed hooks of sin try to embed into your life, remind sin to whom you’re related and the sacrifice that was paid for your freedom.

“As far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us.” Psalm 103:12

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Scene from movie Rudy where he is carried on his teams shoulders

Everyone Loves a Comeback

Tiger Woods winning PGA Tour Championship with large crowd

(Photo by Keyur Khamar/PGA TOUR)

A swarming crowd resembling a zombie apocalypse spilled over the green in their rush to obtain the best view of Tiger Woods as he won the PGA Tour Championship by two strokes this past Sunday. A choked-up, teary-eyed, and more humble Tiger credited his fans for helping him find his way back.

Jim Kelly former quarterback of the Buffalo Bills is another comeback kid. He Jim Kelly talking to Tom Bradydidn’t win the 1st Super Bowl he played in, but instead had to “come back for that,” and it wasn’t the only time. The man has come back from a troubled marriage, the death of a son, and now he’s fighting to make his second comeback from cancer. When he speaks, he’s not looking for sympathy despite all the hardships he’s been through. He speaks from a place of strength and publically gives all the credit to Jesus.

He said, “Things are going to happen in your life. It’s how you react, how you lead, and how you come back that makes you.”

At the American Christian Fiction Writer’s conference, I attended this past weekend, Liz Curtis Higgs author of Bad Girls of the Bible, said something that resonated with me, “Every Christian story comes down to the same thing – Redemption.”

I used to think every comeback had to end with a big success, but that’s not necessarily true. The two critical elements of a comeback are a struggle followed by redemption. Redemption being the key. Dictionary.com defines redemption as atoning for a fault or mistake, deliverance, rescue, or salvation. People don’t love the story of Rudy because he brought the team to victory. Rudy suited up for one Scene from movie Rudy where he is carried on his teams shouldersgame and only played twenty-seven seconds. It was how the crowd chanted his name, how they rooted for him, and believed in him that made the story. He never gave up hope, and his fans redeemed him. In It’s a Wonderful Life, George Bailey doesn’t come back by striking it rich in the banking industry. Instead, he realized all the people who loved, cared, and sacrificed for him. He was changed because of their love. And then there is the parable of The Prodigal Son. He certainly didn’t have a big success. The son merely came to his senses, and his father welcomed him home with open arms.

I’m not saying success is wrong or bad. I wish everyone great success. It’s just not the key. You may be close to God, or you may be far away and deep in the struggle. Redemption is what offers hope. It’s knowing that we are not stagnant creatures. We are changing and growing into God’s likeness daily. It’s the hope of shedding our old ways that have kept us trapped and in chains. It’s what gets us back up on our feet after we’ve fallen seven times (Proverbs 24:16). It’s knowing there is a host of angels looking on from heaven rooting for us and cheering our name. It’s what keeps us pushing through struggles, knowing that God is waiting with open arms to celebrate. He has his best robe and a ring waiting for your finger.

Because what was lost is now found.

Praise God.

“I have swept away your offenses like a cloud, your sins like the morning mist. Return to me, for I have redeemed you.” – Isaiah 44:22

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Buffalo in field

Be a Buffalo

Niagara FallsWith a wide-stance, I braced myself against the reeling of the boat. Drenched to the bone, I held my camera out to capture the splendor of Niagara Falls. The Maid of the Mist is a misnomer. It should be called the Maid of the Torrential Downpour. No matter what the name, the vast expanse of the falls is impressive and well worth visiting.

600,000 gallons per second of water cascade over just the Horseshoe Falls alone. The speed of the falling water can reach 68mph and the rapids below up to 30mph.  The Maid of the Mist’s engines revved and fought against the strong current to provide us with an up-close view of this natural wonder.

While in Buffalo, NY right near Niagara, I was told the difference between the cow Buffalo in fieldand the buffalo. When a cow senses a storm approaching, it runs away from the direction of the storm. The problem with cows is that they aren’t faster than the storms. They struggle through the wind and the rain as they try to outrun it. In doing so, they actually end up running alongside the storm prolonging their wet misery. Buffalo, on the other hand, wait for the storm to arrive then turn and charge into the tempest. Somehow the buffalo seem to understand that by heading into the storm they can minimize its duration and suffering.

Are you a cow or a buffalo?

I admit. I don’t like conflict. Not many people do. Which is often why individuals with debt problems ignore bills as they pile up. Calls to problem customers who need extra hand-holding get pushed off until later. And, why working spouses stay longer at the office instead of coming home to work out marital problems. One thing I have learned is that facing difficult issues is more effective than running from them. Just like the cow can’t outrun the storm, undealt with problems will also track you down usually increasing in strength as they fester.

So how can we be a buffalo and not a cow?

  • Acknowledge there is a problem. Is there something that you’re avoiding? A subject you’re extra defensive or sensitive about? Something that causes you discomfort or pain. Usually, that is a sign of an underlying problem.
  • Accept that God is bigger than your pain. Pray about the problem. Know that ultimately God is in control and trust he is looking out for your best interests
  • Address the problem. Communication is key. It is a crucial part of the healing process for both parties. Open up about the hurt and pain. However, be careful not to let your emotions rule you. If you need to go back and pray more until you can take a calmer position than do so but don’t use it as an excuse to continue avoiding the issue.
  • Adapt to the outcome. Sometimes the storm may batter us, but remember facing it will get us through it faster. God uses trials to develop our character. He is growing us as a person and making us more into his likeness.
  • Appreciate the transformation. Storms may cause some damage, but they also bring a much-needed change, e., cooler or warmer weather. Don’t focus on the aftermath, concentrate on what you learned and how you are stronger for it.

Always remember, “If God is for us, who can be against us?” Romans 8:31

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