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A Sheer Gift!



Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colours. So, don't try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way. (James 1:2-4) The Message

In 'Christian circles' there is a term; revelation. It refers to what is in secular circles known as 'an Aha moment'.

Last night, I received revelation concerning my wedding preparations and the meshing process that my Bosom Buddy and I are going through.
The key message from the Holy Spirit to mine? Don't try to get out of this season prematurely! whether it is by taking a bank loan, giving in to the urge to use a roll in the hay to relieve relational pressure or it is by sulking & refusing to tackle conflict/ disagreements head on.

Between the two of us, we are more in debt than we are monied. Also, in the past, I have chosen to bury my head in the sand instead of confronting relational conflict because all confrontation seemed to do for me was make me feel vulnerable & exposed. As I prepare for the ever after, though, I am learning that more often than not, it's better out than in :-). I won't even start on the gritting of teeth involved when it comes to keeping our commitment to each other not to roll in the hay till our wedding night!

So, last night, I made a decision; to deliberately consider the tests and challenges that are being and will be thrown at me in the next few months leading up to the nuptials, A SHEER GIFT...because I know that it is through them that God is doing a work in me to ensure that I am mature and well-developed enough to take on the responsibility that marriage and in time, parenting, promises to be. Everything will work out fine. God will be glorified. Surely, this is the kind of situation/ circumstance faith was made for.

A sheer gift!
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  1. alisonJuly 18, 2014 at 10:25 AM

    my prayers are with you...keep looking up, He never fails..Also learn the lessons and grow together..all will be well

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