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Solace in Solitude


It’s been quiet around here.

When I switched to WordPress a year ago, my subscriber friends and comments vanished somehow, as well as several photos. I’m technologically challenged I confess, so I’m sure I did something wrong. It saddens me a bit, but also seems very fitting with the feel of this past year. God has taken me through a year of quiet solitude.

A few months ago we made our new home in a new city, and a new state, where I don’t know a soul, aside from my husband and kids. Anticipating a move, I had stepped away from this wonderful Bible study ministry which has enriched my life and granted sweet fellowship with dear friends for the last 13 years. How I’ve missed the connection of like minded sisters by my side. I’ve also had kids’ chatter, laughter, activities, questions, discussions, and interaction filling my days for the last 11 years of homeschooling, but our kids are growing older and our homeschooling adventure came to an end this year as well.

So I’ve been spending my days alone. Such a foreign experience for this Momma of 6 boys. Quiet and empty.

As the 2016 New Year began I had posted that I wanted the theme of my year to be “simplicity”. Of course when I wrote that I was thinking simplicity; easy, not simplicity; empty. In empty, or lonely seasons, hope and devotion are tested… tried…  but, when we draw near to God, strengthened. Have you been there?

“Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you.” James 4:8a

“The Lord is near to all who call on Him, to all who call on Him in truth.” Psalm 145:18

He hears. He knows. He brings the quiet to make room for more of Him. And loneliness vanishes in his presence, He is so good! I’ve started another study of the book of Job recently and I’ve been encouraged by Job’s story as a picture of finding HOPE when life feels empty. Hope found only in Jesus.

“For I know that my Redeemer lives… whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold…” Job 19:25,27

Shared from my heart ~ Stacy

Counter Pressure



She handed me this card on my way out of Bible study. I had found the courage to share with our group that night that suffering hearing loss was hard, extremely hard, but I was confident that there was purpose in it, great purpose. It’s something God has been showing me through the years. Trials press in on every one of us. Some days, some months, some years press harder than others, and in our weakest moments we may question why there must be suffering. Why does God allow this? Why must we take these hard-pressed journeys? But one thing I know; Of one truth I am absolutely certain… God is good. Always. So when this life presses in on me, I remember: “We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed...” (2Cor 4:8)

We are Jars of Clay.

I took an art class long ago and learned the most basic of pottery.  But I loved to watch the more gifted artists work at the potter’s wheel, forming beautiful jars of clay. The precision and devotion encouraged me. The end result amazed me. The entire process of forming each masterpiece required the master’s hand to apply pressure both from without, and from within. Without pressure on both sides, the entire jar collapsed; crushed. Imagine walking through this hard-pressed life without the Holy Spirit living inside of us. He keeps us from being crushed by the pressures of this world. “But we have this treasure in jars of clay…” (2Cor 4:7)

God’s Holy Spirit inside of us gently presses against the trials, firmly holds us up against the suffering, applies counter-pressure, and in the process forms a beautiful work of art; a vessel in His image. Suffering transforms us. Great purpose.


“But now, O LORD, you are our Father;
we are the clay, and you are our potter;
we are all the work of your hand.” Isaiah 64:8pottery

We will only regret that we did not suffer more.

Shared from my heart~ Stacy

In God’s Hands

It shows itself at such unexpected times, this matter of trauma. When life is good, and we are happy, laughing, talking about all of life’s hopes and possibilities, suddenly tears stream down his face and he asks, “Why did I get this life? Why didn’t I die?”


Sometimes I forget how close to the surface those thoughts will always be for him. Experiencing starvation, and orphaned by disease, those traumas never completely fade. I wish I had all the answers for him when he wrestles with this mixture of gain and loss.

I hold him close and whisper, “It wasn’t your time, Sweetheart. All the days ordained for you were written in God’s book before one of them came to be.(Psalm 139:16) He has plans for your life. Plans to give you hope and a future. (Jeremiah 29:11)”

He wonders aloud what his life’s purpose will be, and I remind him, “There is plenty of time.”, and I thank God for every ounce of time that He has granted me, to be these sweet boys’ Momma.

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Time is in God’s hands.