January 8, 2020, Wed. This morning Todd and I went outside to sit on the
porch swing and read from the book, “Live The Let Go Life,” by Joseph Prince. 
Here’s what I read:

-John 14:27 “Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world
gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”

When we choose to not let our hearts be troubled, the peace that is in our spirit
will go from our hearts to our souls and into our bodies, and we will experience
the fullness of the health, provision and peace that He paid for us to enjoy.

I stopped reading at that point. What a major difference truth can make! The
seed had been planted before, but God took it to a deeper level in my soul.

It’s. so. simple. Choose to not let your heart be troubled. 

Last night, when I was praying for Todd and I, You spoke through me, Lord. 

“I am the lifter of your head. Keep your focus on Me.” 

That’s how I choose, to not let my heart be troubled. He does it! He lifts
our heads. He comforts, reveals, brings peace, with truth. His truth. 

That doesn’t mean I’m not sad, or will ever be sad. But, He doesn’t want me
troubled, wringing my hands, as if I have no helper or comforter.

I’ve been crying for You to help me understand and You answered, Abba. 

I’m sitting here waiting for another conference call with my family and doctor.
I’m asking for Daddy to be miraculously healed, and stay here on this earth
with us. But, if he goes home to Heaven then he will have the ultimate healing.
He will never again experience pain, or sorrow. He will be with our Lord Jesus
Christ. I am jealous.

I didn’t realize how much I relied on the things of this world, to find peace.
This morning when I woke up, I told myself, “Exercise before you get this call.
It’ll release endorphins and help you deal.”

Things of this world can bring some level of peace, but not the peace that
surpasses all understanding. My Lord Jesus died for me to have health,
provision and peace, but I have to choose to honor Him, by not letting
my heart be troubled.

I wish I could say that I’ll never again be troubled…HA! I know me. But,
I do desire to walk in this truth, by His grace, more and more.

The enemy is tricky, he’s been using the same tired tricks, since the
beginning of time. 

January 12, 2020, Sunday. I was thinking about how our lives absorb the
experiences we’ve had. I saw a man speaking recently on TV about his near
death experience. He said that each person’s life was a book, angels would
go and read our stories and then know how to come here and help us.

Maybe that’s why we feel on such a deep level. Our lives are pages that
absorb the ink of the events we’ve encountered and become a part of us.
Good or bad, they are there, permanently. Then later chapters can be
‘edited’ to bring healing to the prior negative events, but the etching is still
there, tattooed on our hearts.

I was reading a story a friend had written about her grandparents. He was
thinking back on his courting days with his wife. That’s when I realized, our
lives are like books. Writing is always happening, and sometimes the pen cuts deep.