Unwavering Faith

You are able. This I know.
May in my life, Your plans grow.
I am weak. You are strong.
I’ll wait on You, my whole life long.


Trust and Believe

Trapped in a den of lions? Are your Lions roaring, growling, ready to pounce, with mouth wide open? Perhaps you feel as though you’re about to be devoured. Maybe, the face of the lion, while distorted with blood thirsty anger, looks familiar. Maybe it’s the face of a friend, a spouse, or a co-worker.

Daniel found himself in a den of lions, for worshipping his God. A law had been signed and sealed that no one should worship anyone other than King Darius. Daniel, as he was accustomed, dropped to his knees three times daily to praise the Living God. When the Kings men found him on bent knees, they couldn’t wait to deliver him to the King, and ultimately to the lions.

Those happy and proud men who found Daniel breaking their law were sure his life sentence was signed and sealed.

But God!

There would be a delivering, but it wouldn’t be to death. You see, Daniel believed his God, (Daniel 6:23) and his God believed in him. “My God sent His angel and shut the lions’ mouths, so that they have not hurt me, because I was found innocent before Him…” (6:22) He, the Almighty, faithful, loving God shut the mouths of the lions, delivering Daniel.

He’ll deliver you too. Just belive. Trust and believe.

Peace be multiplied to you.

…For He is the living God,

And steadfast forever,

His kingdom is the one which shall not

be destroyed,

And His dominion shall endure to the end.

He delivers and rescues,

And He works signs and wonders

In heaven and on earth…


Don’t forget to fall to those beautiful knees and give, joyfully, praise to He who is worthy.

Life More Abundant


It has been a long time since I’ve sat down to write. Even the pages of my journal are noticeably neglected. However, this day every year inspiration engulfs me, and writing becomes mandatory. Mandatory because my writing is the very expression of my soul, and my soul is delighted.
“Every male who opens the womb shall be called holy to the Lord.” Luke 2:11
Six years ago I gave birth to my first born child, a son.
While the addition of a child is promised to bring change, I could never have foreseen the road in which my journey would take.
The start of that road was filled with blossoming new life, breaths of fresh air. That season, that beautiful road, would abruptly turn into winter, into a swamp.
I would hand my newborn child over to educated professionals dressed in white lab coats to care for him, as I no longer could. There would be no more nursing, minimal time spent rocking him in my arms, looking into his eyes, few smiles. These things would be replaced with central intravenous lines, nasogastric tubes, doctor consultations, innumerable tests. My ears and soul were fed words such as; genetic disorder, coma, gastrostomy tube, mental retardation, death.
In this moment of despair, I couldn’t see the hand of God, who thousands of years before placed the most important life in a virgin mother, placing life in me. I couldn’t see the Healer who had healed the lame, mute, and blind healing my baby. I couldn’t see He had divinely placed people in my life at that most crucial time to feed my soul the bread of life, flushing out the toxic food of statistics, by the truth of the Word, the source of life. I couldn’t see the Everlasting Father using my three month old as His holy one to open my eyes and receive healing myself.
While doctors continued to deliver hopelessness, others delivered a new light that shone dimly. Nevertheless, faithful believers daily fanned my flame with truth of hope, love, and life.
When doctors sat me down once again to inform me this child was recovering, but he would not be sustained by nursing, the most intimate bond between mother and child, I fell to my knees. Dirt kicked in my face, my road was barren. I was thankful, VERY, for his recovery, yet nursing was a deep yearning within me.
“I don’t know You,” I sobbed. “These people are telling me of Your goodness, that You are the giver of life. If only You could please make this childs labs normal by tomorrow, I can nurse him again. This is all I want, all I ask. If only You do this for me, I will go to church and give You my life.”
The next day, labs were not just normal, they were PERFECT!!
I gave my life back to Him who gave life back to my son, His holy child. I gave my life back, only to get my life back. A life I was too dead to see was even missing.
Life has blossomed on my well traveled road, and life more abundantly.
My child thrives. He is as alive as my God, and roaring like a lion. Blessed am I! Happy Birthday to my Sonshine, and my Beloved Jesus. And a Merry Christmas to you!!

In love and trust in Him, Samantha Grace

Sea of Life

Drowning. The sea tries to swallow. Attempts to suck us down in one gulp. We fight. Kicking, arms flailing, we fight. Determined to not make it all the way to the bottom, where then the muck will bury us. Can you visualize the fight? Now visualize what happens when we stop fighting, and just rest. What happens? We float. We lay on our back, resting in quietness, confident that the waves will carry us where we need to be.   (Praying it’s not into the belly of a whale, or shark.)
When we’re drowning in the sea of life, we should apply that same quiet, confident rest.
For thus says the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel:
In returning and rest you shall be saved; In quietness and confidence shall be your strength.” Isaiah 30:15
We first must reach out to the life saver, or, return to the life Savior. We must rest, float, on the palm of the Almighty. We should be quiet, because when we’re quiet we can hear the answer. We should maintain our confidence in the promised word, God will carry us to exactly where we need to be. This is our strength.
Return to Him who is able.
Rest in Him. On His promises.
You shall be saved!
Be quiet, listen!
Maintain confidence!
This shall be your strength.

In love and trust in Him, Samantha Grace