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The Month of July

I have spent the month of July letting bygones be bygones and forgiving where it is needed. I have worked on repairing relationships that should have never been broken. I have worked on improving myself. I have had to take the initiative to provide more for my family. We are seven days into August, and I have never been tried by God like I am right now. There are three very stressful situations going on at the same time right now. I feel overwhelmed. I have prayed to God. I have yelled "Please God Please!" I have turned to my bible when I needed reassurance. I am praying harder than ever. I am asking for forgiveness for other's sins. My husband kneeled at the altar at church with me yesterday during communion, and he never does. The devil is tempting me. It is tempting my family. He will not succeed. Get the behind me Satan. "Submit to God, resist the devil, and he will flee." James 4:7 This month I am working harder at loving from afar and praying for the people I can't physically give emotional support to. I am working on not giving more chances where they are needed, but forgiving what they have done. I am working on building my relationship with God. He will never give me more than what I can handle. He believes in me. I have people who support and believe in me. That's all I need. God, my family, my extended family, and quite a bit of coffee. (I threw that in to lighten the mood.)

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