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Casual Conversations is for God to use my writings as His vessel to deepen women's faith in Him. Women will receive and grow in His Love and His Faithfulness.

The Supplier {Giveaway Winner}

Michele Oleary

Psalm 61[a]

1 Hear my cry, O God;

    listen to my prayer.

2 From the ends of the earth I call to you,

    I call as my heart grows faint;

    lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

3 For you have been my refuge,

    a strong tower against the foe.

4 I long to dwell in your tent forever

    and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.[b]

5 For you, God, have heard my vows;

    you have given me the heritage of those who fear your name.

6 Increase the days of the king’s life,

    his years for many generations.

7 May he be enthroned in God’s presence forever; appoint your love and faithfulness to protect him.

8 Then I will ever sing in praise of your name

    and fulfill my vows day after day.

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Every time I thought about it, panic flooded my thoughts.

How? 

"How Lord?" was my desperate cry. 

You see, next month this girl is speaking at my church’s women’s conference. 

A first for me. 

The thought of it shook me to my core and rattled my inner thinking.

As I am stepping and moving in obedience to His calling, fear swept in, "How will I be equipped?" continued to drench my heavy heart. 

Oh, so fickled in my faith in God at times.

Me, the God's Girl, who proclaims her faith-steps of walking hand in hand with her Lord; however, time and time again she slips from the Solid Rock of Provision and Promises.

In Psalm 61, King David writes a beautiful song as he was hiding and running from someone who desired to hurt him. Hunt him down. Kill him.

"Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe." Psalm 61:1-3

That nasty foe, the one who whispers lies and discouragement in my soul: Satan. 

You too?

He wants to grow us weary and faint and to lose heart. The slithery snake's biggest desire is to turn our eyes from the Father, the Author of truth and peace. Our solid Rock. 

The Liar fears how God will use you.

He fears your faith-walk with God. 

He fears the purpose God placed in your path.

He fears the lives you will help change as a soldier for Christ. 

Call out Jesus' name in those battles with the Enemy. Your foe who seeks to devour you. Destroy you.

"Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour." 1 Peter 5:8

There is nothing more powerful than a Warrior for Christ praying on her knees.

Satan understands God's Girl strength and courage. He trembles when he hears you say, "Yes, Jesus. I am all in." Be bold, sisters.

"I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.[b] For you, God, have heard my vows; you have given me the heritage of those who fear your name." Psalm 61: 4-5

Like King David, our forever refuge and shelter is under the wings of God. God hears our pleas and vows to Him. Take shelter in Him.

Find your brave in the Brave.

The Holy Spirit erases the negative chatter.

Allow the Rock of Refreshment to restore you and remove the doubt of inadequacy.

The Savior will pour over His provision of purpose once again. 

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Last month God placed on my husband's heart to send me away from the norms of life.

To remove me to renew me, restore me, and remind me He is the Giver of everything I need. 

For reflection and remembrance of my great love of my Love. 

To pour over His words and thoughts in a place of casual conversation with Him.

We flew to a place that always refreshes and quenches's my soul.

It is my heart place.

My soul place.

My reconnection to God's goodness kinda place.

God always reaches me at the beach. His softness touches me there; the gentle Spirit of my Father. 

His provisions for ministry was released within me.

Courage slipped in as fear was swept away by the sounds of His majestic waves. 

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Life:

Even as I type out these words of freedom, the bully goat of lies tries to defeat me, beat me down.

Swirling thoughts of "You do not have what it takes to make a difference." tries to shred my heart once again. 

But God exposed the lies in His truth-words to remind me, "I am your Rock and Redeemer. The Supplier of all your needs."

Girls, God places a call and a purpose to walk and work with Him daily and the "how" is already set in place, we just have to have faith.

Set out and push through your doubts of ill equipped; allow the presence of the Supplier to stir your heart for Him.

Father, sometimes our hearts are heavy and hurting because of the "how" of your call of purpose in our life. Discouragement slips in, and doubts flood our thoughts. Remind us you paved our path of purpose with your Love-Blood of freedom. The freedom to walk tall hand in hand with you. To move forward in the confidence of Christ. You will not let us fall. We praise you for your promises of provisions. We love you. Amen.

Giveaway Winner: August Giveaway Winner is: Michelle Paquette. Yippee! Michelle, I will bring the lotion to church on Sunday.

Register for the women's conference "Live Your Faith Bold and Brave" on September 30 from 9 AM-2PM at Ebenezer United Methodist Church, Stafford, VA.

I Am (Giveaway)

Michele Oleary

"Am I a God who is near," declares the LORD, "rather than a God who is far away?" Jeremiah 23:23

"How come we can't see God?" was one of my girlies questions as we read Bible stories together one morning.

It stopped me and stumped me. Not sure why. But it did, and I fumbled around trying to figure out the answer that would satisfy a four-year-olds curiosity.

To be honest, I really didn't answer her ask. I moved forward and kept reading because I didn't know the "churchy" answer of a natural question at the time. 

As I was writing a separate blog post, God tapped on my heart and asked me, "Do you really think you don't see me?"

"I Am in the soft breeze that cools you in the heat of hot summer day."

"I Am in the rain showers that refreshes everything."

"I Am in the encouraging words spoken to you time and time again."

"I Am in the laughter of your girlies as they play, so innocent."

"I Am in the dark sky as you peer and count the twinkle lights."

"I Am in each new dawn of the sunrise."

"I surround you every day in my creation of beauty and family and friends."

"I Am and always will be right beside you to the end."

Friends, I know my Savior is in all things but it is a gentle reminder to step away and remember and see our Creator is always Omnipresent. 

It took a four-year-olds brave question to remind me of the love of our Savior who surrounds me.

What about you? Do you forget too? Does the ticking of a clock or the calendar call you away? Step away and soak in and savor the Love.

As for me, I will have a redo with my four-year-old girlie the next time I see her and point out we see God and He is always all around us.

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Giveaway:

This is one of my favorite things I apply each morning. Because I am a girl who loves the beach and the smell of coconut I slather this lotion on me each morning.

Leave a comment below or on Facebook if you want to qualify to win the giveaway. 

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Always feel free to share any of my postings if God taps on your heart to do so. Thank you.

 

When God's Girls Says Yes

Michele Oleary

Happy Friday, my friends. Have you ever virtually met someone via a group or a friend and there was something about that person that made your heart warm whenever you saw her name? That is how I describe this month's God's Girl. I met Jeralyn on my Proverbs 31 COMPEL Facebook page earlier this year. From the very beginning, I could tell we were going to be friends. She is encouraging and supporting and has a way with words. She is a Jesus lover and I hope one day we can meet face-to-face. Please welcome Jeralyn to Casual Conversations.

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Photographs and Memories...

I love photographs!  My phone gallery is jam-packed, my computer is full, and we have boxes upon boxes of pictures developed before the digital age.

Recently I tackled the task of organizing several boxes of photos belonging to my parents.  My dad passed away two years ago, and I have been slowly walking through the time- line of his life soaking in the essence of who he was and who I remember him to have been.

Several years ago when my mom and her husband moved from our area, they left behind a steamer trunk full to the brim with memorabilia.

Time seemed to stand still as I wandered through family history and inscribed on the backs of photos what I could remember about events, places, and people.

My desire was to record picture stories for my own children and grandchildren to one day hold in their hands and journey through as I was doing in that moment.

I had my entire life history piled around me.  I laughed, and I cried.  As the hours passed, I came to realize there was a gentle, quiet healing happening in my heart and soul.

Like so many, my home life was marred and scarred by the dysfunction of addiction.  My dad's alcoholism created dynamics that would eventually lead to my parent's divorce.

Being the adult child of an alcoholic brought it's own pain into my life and subsequently into my future...my marriage.

But...at the age of eighteen, I found Jesus.   My life as I knew it was changed and I began my journey in His love and grace.  I'll never forget a preacher declaring that how I went through life was my choice...I could be a Victor or a Victim.

Even though it would take me years to fully comprehend, those words planted a tiny seed in the soil of my heart with the truth that I was not my past.  I was not my parent's past.  Their choices were their own.  I had the freedom to become who my Father God had designed me to be.  Ultimately, I belonged to Him...He had the final say.  His Word was the final say...

The Life of Freedom

Christ has set us free to live a free life. So take your stand! Never again let anyone put a harness of slavery on you. Galatians 5:1 The Message

So, from a few boxes of dusty, faded photos, I was once again reminded that My Father has all my tomorrows in His capable, loving, strong hands.

Has your heart and life been scarred and marred like mine from circumstances and other people's choices that were out of your control?

Be encouraged, my friend.  Jesus, in His death and resurrection, paid the price for you to walk in freedom and victory.  The choice is yours to be a Victor or a Victim.

Is it hard?  Absolutely!

Is it painful?  Peeling back issues of the heart is always painful.  It is much like a festering wound that must be lanced in order for the infection to be drained, enabling healing to begin.

How long will it take?  It will take a lifetime of being showered with love....grace....mercy....patience...by the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, Jesus Christ.

Jeralyn and her husband, Gary, make their home on the Northeast Plains of Colorado. She will tell you that her greatest legacy is her two children, their spouses, and her five delightful grandchildren. Her passion is to reach out a hand to the weary and wounded and walk their healing journey with them.  She looks for every opportunity to empower women through the Biblical truth of their worth and value in the eyes of their Father God. You can find her blog at www.jottingsbyjeri.com

Jeralyn and her husband, Gary, make their home on the Northeast Plains of Colorado. She will tell you that her greatest legacy is her two children, their spouses, and her five delightful grandchildren. Her passion is to reach out a hand to the weary and wounded and walk their healing journey with them.  She looks for every opportunity to empower women through the Biblical truth of their worth and value in the eyes of their Father God.

You can find her blog at www.jottingsbyjeri.com