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"Wendy Redroad is our go-to girl on the topic of forgiveness. She shares a powerful journey intertwining healing and forgiveness for women who've suffered all manner of abuse. She is relatable, compassionate, and biblically sound in her approach as she takes women by the hand and gently walks them through their own journey to healing and freedom."

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Wednesday, December 26, 2018 11:21 AM

What Happened Was...

Wednesday, December 26, 2018 11:21 AM
Wednesday, December 26, 2018 11:21 AM

Merry Christmas! I apologize for the delay in posting Part 3 of the series on revenge. Three days ago I got up early. I wrote Part 3. I saved Part 3. (Or so I thought.) It didn't save. And then my family arrived. 

What happend was: On the 4th of December I had a foundation repair on my home. Eighteen steel piers. Sixteen on the outside of my home. Two were drilled right through my bedroom floor. 

Yup. Two of those in my sweet room. From there it rolled out like this:

Eighteen Steel Piers.

Two in my bedroom.

Dust and mud everywhere.

Two broken sprinkler lines. 

One burst in the night.

One flood of water on the side of my house and up the street.

An emergency visit from a plumber.

The drying quit drying.

The water heater quit heating.

Drain and return water to Home Depot.

No hot water for one week.

No heat (heater) for two days.

Two gas leaks.

One in the attic. (heater)

One in the garage. (water heater.)

My blog--already WAY late, did not save.

And a patridge in a pear tree! (If I had the time, I'd create a song out of it because I think that would be funny!) 

The good news is that I am alive despite prolonged exposure to carbon monoxide. (Yay!)

My niece is visiting from Texas Tech. (Double Yay!)

I have extraordinary friends who supported me throughout every twist and turn. (Thank you, Jesus!)

AND most importantly:

"Unto to us a child is born."

"The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; upon those who lived in a land of gloom a light has shone."

"They name him Wonderful-Counselor, God-Hero, Father-Forever, Prince of Peace."

(Isaiah 9) 

 

Merry Christmas!

(My black Lab, Jasmine, is in heaven now. I lost her to cancer a few years ago, but I love this picture. The yellow Lab is Hannah Banana. My divorce buddy and best friend!)

I'm aiming for Saturday to get back to blogging. Thank you for understanding. 

May the peace of Christ be with you throughout this Christmas Season and coming New Year.

Wendy

Saturday, September 2, 2017 12:01 PM

The Edge of Hope

Saturday, September 2, 2017 12:01 PM
Saturday, September 2, 2017 12:01 PM

Loss. It's never easy to accept. The death of my step-mother this past week just eighteen months after my father passed away. The devastation of Hurricane Harvey. I donated right away. So many needs. So many questions. 

I watch the news and thank God for the generosity and moxie of mankind to offer financial aid, food, and much needed supplies. I pray these spectacular kindnesses will continue to be bestowed in the midst of great loss. This morning, I request an additional intercessory prayer. Will you join me each day in praying for the emotional and mental protection of each survivor? When the time comes to assess the loss, to see it and feel it, I pray they will not fall into utter despair. That by the grace of God the mental illnesses that often result in the wake of losses of this magnitude will not take hold and sweep away the hope of a better tomorrow. I pray the presence of God will rise high in the hearts and minds of those who feel buried in uncertainity.  

It was Thomas Merton who wrote:

"For perfect hope is achieved on the brink of despair when, instead of falling over the edge, we find ourselves walking on the air. Hope is always just about to turn into despair, but never does so, for at the moment of supreme crisis God's power is suddenly made perfect in our infirmity."


Pray and give, pray and give, pray and give,

Wendy

 

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