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I don’t know about you, but there have been times when God asks me to do something so unthinkably scary, that it has me curled up in bed and hiding under the covers. Terrified, and eating my body weight in hydrogenated oil laden snacks, in an attempt to calm the fear that is raging in
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It had been there for as long as I could remember. We would see it whenever we came back from the pool, our bodies sopping wet as we made our way into the house after a long day of swimming. And again, while hunched over my grandma, watching as she tightened a loose button or hemmed an Easter Dress… There it
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I am just going to go right out there and say it, blogging is not for the faint of heart. I have friends who have dreams of writing books and starting blogs, and they talk about it with rainbows and unicorns dancing in their eyes. And that’s great… but that hasn’t been my experience. And
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It’s been awhile since my husband has posted on my blog. Years actually, and not since before everything in our lives fell apart. But just a few weeks ago, he shared with me what God had been teaching him over the last year or so – something I had the privilege to watch firsthand but couldn’t
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In the last month there have been two bouts of the stomach flu, a cavity, a concussion and the very latest, a car accident.
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Every time someone would ask how they could pray for me, I’d always say the same thing; I just don’t want this to be my life anymore. That was the only plausible way out of this mess — that the Creator of The Heavens and The Earth have enough pity on me to slip me
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This was the promise I desperately clung to for 212 days: ‘…Don’t be afraid. Just stand still and watch the Lord rescue you. The Lord Himself will fight for you. Just stay calm.’ (Exodus 14:13-14) This had been the fortune: ‘You will be rewarded for listening in the next week.’ — a fortune cookie opened on
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Startled, my eyes opened in a fury — darting across the room with more questions than I had gone to sleep with. …What time is it? …What day is it? … Please Lord, tell me it was all just a terrible nightmare…
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Before the piercing screams and the sobs that would go on late into that night, I was at an altitude of over 30,000 feet pondering a promise and a fortune —and completely unaware of the devastating confessions awaiting me once the wheels touched the tarmac.
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When the lies surfaced in my marriage, I was certain I was going to have to leave. Even more frightening, was how certain he was that I was going to leave!
Krista Ortiz 