Just Because: Details About My Wedding

Genesis 2-24

I wanted to share something with you all that I never have. I want to tell you about my wedding. There is no special reason doing so now versus another time. I simply want to.

My husband and I dated for a year and a half before getting engaged. We had a short engagement.

Leading up to the wedding was a little stressful, but it wasn’t too bad. I would not consider myself a bridezilla. Thankfully, nor would my husband.

I knew no matter what happened that day, I would still be married.

Most importantly, we wanted our union and ceremony to reflect God’s love for the church. Ultimately, we wanted Him to be the center of the ceremony—not us.

We got married in August. I won’t share how long we’ve been married. But I will say we got married in August. We were the last of seven weddings at our church that summer.

My husband and I got married a little over a week before I started school. We got back from our honeymoon on a Saturday. I started school the following Monday.

Our wedding colors were teal and purple. We wore those colors during a photography session and really liked the combination. Plus, blue and purple are our favorite colors.

We did not have flowers at our wedding. We almost did but then decided not to.

I wasn’t a big flowers fan back then. Granted, I think this was because I did not have a favorite flower. However, I do now!

My favorite flower is the daisy, specifically the white. I love that it is simple and dainty. It makes me so happy. Any time I search for pictures of flowers, I always gravitate toward white daisies. So, I took it as a sign that I really like them!

Maybe if I do a wedding anniversary photography session, I can have some daisies with me. That will give me the feeling of flowers at my wedding without any undue stress.

We did not have a reception either. I know, we were crazy.

I don’t think I have ever met someone who didn’t have a reception of some kind—even if he or she had a destination wedding! And no, we didn’t have a destination wedding.

We just simply didn’t want a reception.

My husband has had to work at a bunch of weddings before, so he knows just how exhausting the event can be. He didn’t want to have that kind of stress. Plus, we are both introverts. We didn’t want to be around people that long and possibly not eat.

We still made it a point to say hello to everyone before we left. Our wedding began promptly at 11am. We were out of the church by noon and on a flight for our honeymoon by 2pm.

Again, I know. We were crazy. Yet, we don’t regret the decision.

I walked down the aisle to the song “A Question and an Answer” by Tim Jones, which we heard from one of our favorite shows, Chuck. It is a soft, sweet melody.

Take a listen!

Surprisingly, I didn’t cry when I walked down the aisle either. I honestly thought I would, especially since I cry practically every time I hear “A Question and an Answer.”

Instead, I grinned from ear-to-ear as I walked down the aisle. Someone who attended the wedding said I was the most radiant bride she’d ever seen.

Our recessional music was the melody of the song “Far Away” by Junip, which we heard from the movie The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, which is another favorite. The band, especially the drummer, had a blast with the song.

You can listen to that, too!

Now, for my dress. Oh, how I loved my wedding dress.

Funnily enough, when I went to look, I said, “A little lace would be fine, but I don’t think I want all lace.” About six dresses in at a local boutique, I tried on a dress that I was convinced was the dress.

People aren’t kidding. You know when you’ve found the one.

I still had an appointment at another bridal shop that afternoon, so I decided to wait it out. I didn’t find anything that was quite like me. So, I got the dress from the previous boutique.

Lo and behold, my wedding dress was the last thing I thought it’d be—all lace. The best part was the dress was under $100!

I seriously keep trying to find another reason to wear it because I love it that much. Maybe I will have the wedding anniversary photography session I mentioned earlier. I do not know. However, I do know I felt incredibly beautiful that day.

Unfortunately, I won’t be showing you all any pictures of the day, due to privacy reasons. Nonetheless, I did want to share some details. Perhaps, I just wanted to reminisce on that day, too.

In some ways, I feel like it was yesterday. In others, I feel like it was over 25 years ago.

A lot has happened since I’ve gotten married. Some good and some bad. But a couple things remain: The love God has for me (even if I don’t always believe it) and the love my husband and I have for each other.

My call to you is this: If you are getting married, try your best to enjoy the entire experience—from engagement to “I do.”

Part of enjoying it means planning the wedding you want. So, if you don’t want to have a reception, then don’t! If you want to get married a thousand plus miles away with a few friends beside you, do it!

It is your wedding. Make it something you and your spouse will always remember and look back on fondly.

Blessings,

Renata

Thank you dearly for taking time out of your lives to read my blog! Your support means the world to me. I praise God you found this blog, whether you stumbled upon it accidentally or sought it out intentionally.

I’d LOVE to hear from you all! Feel free to leave a comment or e-mail me at coffee.soothes.the.soul@gmail.com.

I pray God would bless you and be with you always, no matter where you find yourselves in life.

He was delivered over to death for our sins and was raised to life for our justification. – Romans 4:25 (NIV).

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Lessons Learned: Praying for the Lost

Proverbs 15-29

This week, I have slowly begun to embrace something I’ve known to be true but chose not to accept for the longest time. True to my nature, I chose to ignore it and avoid it. I chose to diminish its seriousness and magnitude.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have finally started to accept that God is ultimately in control of how someone lives their life. I have finally started to accept that all I can do is pray for others and be a witness for Christ in a dark, sinful, fallen world.

As much as I desperately want others to know Christ and live a Christian life, it is not up to me. It is up to God. It is up to Him to draw people to Himself and change their hearts—just as He did for me years ago.

I have known people who have spent their lives earnestly praying for their loved ones and friends to know Christ. I have seen their hurts. But, I never once considered that I, too, may experience this one day.

Selfishly, I was convinced the dreams I had for certain relationships would happen exactly as I hope.

Nevertheless, it took one conversation and a few observations for me to realize, that may not be my reality after all. Instead, I may be the one who spends their life earnestly praying for her loved ones and friends to know Christ.

Then, the pile of bricks began to weigh down on me.

Oh no! My plan and desire may not be God’s plan and desire after all! As I said earlier, I knew this to be true. But, I was never so plainly confronted by it.

Yet, since I realized this, my prayer life has changed dramatically. Now, any time I think of these friends and loved ones, my heart cries out. I desperately desire for them to know and love Jesus intimately and personally.

It’s funny, you know? I always knew I should pray for the lost, hurt, and lonely. But, there is a fire inside my heart that wasn’t there a week ago. I pray like I’ve never prayed before. I desperately cling to the Lord’s promises.

Now, I must remind myself that even if God does not answer my prayers, He does hear them. May my love for those who are hurting and my faith in Him motivate me to pray even on the days I am most unsure of His goodness.

Because, believe me, those days will come. My walk with God is probably filled with more doubt than most. But, even then, it has changed in innumerable ways since I first accepted Him into my heart.

So, may I continue to let that fire burn in my heart. May I continue to pray for those around me to not only accept Christ but also live a life that is pleasing to Him.

It has always been a dream of mine to look at someone and say, “I have prayed for you daily since this moment. I have watched God transform your life. I have watched Him answer my prayers in ways I never thought possible. You are so loved.”

And even if He doesn’t answer my prayers, and this is only the beginning of a lifelong prayer journey, may I tell myself and others, He is still good.

My call to you is this: Pray for the lost, hurt, and lonely. Pray any time they cross your mind, whether it is once a day or even multiple times a day. God is listening. He may not answer our prayers the way we’d like Him to. Yet, He is still listening.

Blessings,

Renata

Thank you dearly for taking time out of your lives to read my blog! Your support means the world to me. I praise God you found this blog, whether you stumbled upon it accidentally or sought it out intentionally.

I’d LOVE to hear from you all! Feel free to leave a comment or e-mail me at coffee.soothes.the.soul@gmail.com.

I pray God would bless you and be with you always, no matter where you find yourselves in life.

He was delivered over to death for our sins and was raised to life for our justification. – Romans 4:25 (NIV).

A Few Tidbits: Changing as an Adult

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Before I start the bulk of today’s post, I’d like to say, I just finished a course, which means I am only THREE classes away from obtaining my bachelor’s degree! I am extremely excited about that. It will take less than a year.

For the time being, though, I am greatly enjoying my break from classes.

However, today, I plan on discussing something that came to my mind moments ago that I’ve thought about off and on a few times. It is in my personality to be quite introspective. Part of this introspection sometimes involves looking back on how far I’ve come in life.

Mainly, how much I’ve changed.

I’ve been out of high school for a while now. And as I look back at that time in my life, I am amazed at who I was back then. I was a completely different person that was not too kind or gracious. I can see why a lot of people did not like being around me.

Granted, I also know some people who I did not enjoy being around in high school. Perhaps, it is just that season of life.

Nevertheless, it got me to thinking about how much I’ve changed in my tendencies and behaviors.

For example, one of the biggest ways I have changed since high school is I am much more compassionate. As I’ve mentioned before on this blog, I used to be quite cold-hearted. I didn’t really begin to process the trials I have been through until college.

So, I am convinced that was part of the reason why I wasn’t too kind. I bottled up a lot of undealt with feelings.

At least that’s part of the reason why.

I firmly believe the reason why I am compassionate now is because of Jesus Christ. God has completely transformed my life in a multitude of ways—one of those being my heart. Now, I am very much aware of others’ feelings and emotions. My heart breaks for complete strangers and those I love most.

My husband always tells me I am the most caring person he knows. Some of you might be thinking, “Well, of course, he is going to think that. He is your husband.”

But, I beg to differ. For, my husband saw God working in my heart long before I accepted Him into my life. He’s always believed in me and my potential even when I didn’t. He’s one of the select few people who has seen me transform from the person I was before knowing Jesus Christ to the person I am today.

And then there’s the simple fact he doesn’t tell me something unless he means it. For, he is well aware of the trust issues I continually struggle with. Therefore, to hear that from him of all people means a lot.

Additionally, I have this overwhelming desire to put others’ first—even if it means stepping out of my comfort zone.

In fact, I know God has created a new heart in me when I accepted Him into my life because I have desires I never thought I’d have. For instance, I want to get a master’s degree in counseling. The person I was in high school would have never considered doing that. Perhaps, the master’s degree, but definitely not counseling.

Another way I have changed since high school is I procrastinate. In fact, I literally stopped writing my blog post now to do just that.

I used to do homework or any pressing thing that needed to be completed the day I got it. Now, I am on top of it if I finish my homework before 8:00 p.m. on the nights it is due.

I could have all the motivation in the world to do something, yet I will still push it off. This blog post is the perfect example of that. In fact, that leads to my next similar point.

I used to be able to stick to a schedule well. But, now, I simply take each task one hour at a time. The person I was in high school would’ve had this blog post done when I originally said I would as I planned out my day.

However, now, I am writing it many hours later, instead of relaxing like I desperately want to.

The last thing I have noticed is I am much more indecisive. I will go back and forth on a couple of options for far too long. This exact thing happened today, even. I could not decide what dessert to get between two options. Thankfully, it didn’t take me long to decide.

The worst part is, when I do make the actual decision, there are times I am still not sure of it! It is bad enough that my husband is prepared for me to change my mind when we order food. I can’t tell you how many times he’s asked, “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

It may not seem like a significant change, but I used to be one of those people who had no trouble making decisions. I used to know exactly what I wanted long before I needed to.

Perhaps, that is because I hardly went out of my comfort zone. Instead, I simply chose what I knew would go well, regardless of how much I wanted to try something different.

So, there you have it. Only three ways I have changed since high school. I can assure you there are a plethora of others. But, I won’t bore you with those.

Instead, I will simply say what I always do–my call to you is this:

Look back at who you were last year, five years, or ten years ago. Ask yourself how you’ve changed. Don’t shy away from naming the gut-wrenching ways. For, as much as we hate to tell ourselves, we don’t always change for the better.

But, none of us will ever be able to understand where we need to go or how we need to grow until we take the time to look back. So, don’t be intimidated by that. Embrace the journey of self-reflection. You just might surprise yourself.

Blessings,

Renata

Thank you dearly for taking time out of your lives to read my blog! Your support means the world to me. I praise God you found this blog, whether you stumbled upon it accidentally or sought it out intentionally.

I’d LOVE to hear from you all! Feel free to leave a comment or e-mail me at coffee.soothes.the.soul@gmail.com.

I pray God would bless you and be with you always, no matter where you find yourselves in life.

He was delivered over to death for our sins and was raised to life for our justification. – Romans 4:25 (NIV).

Small Health Update: Still No Answers

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This week’s post is going to be short and to the point. For, this week has been a rollercoaster ride of emotions. It has been fairly hectic, to say the least.

I’ve been elated. I’ve been distraught. I’ve been confused. I’ve been upset. I’ve been exhausted, tired, and worn.

For those of you who don’t know, I have had health issues the last seven months and counting. They all started with abdominal pain and have reached an undiagnosed state. I don’t know what is wrong with me.

However, this whole time, I have been sure something is wrong with me. I don’t know what, but I do know something is wrong. For, I may not know a lot about human anatomy, but I do know when my body is not its normal self.

This journey has been long and tiring. Some days, I don’t think I have any problems. Other days, I feel so terrible, I don’t know how I will make it through the day.

I’ve come so close to possible answers a couple times. But, they fall short just when I hope for them the most. Or, they only explain part of my issues, not all of them. Then, the question becomes, “Is this issue separate from my major one ailing me, or are they connected?”

I know I will find answers in God’s timing. Nevertheless, it doesn’t always make the wait easier. I simply want to let you all know that I am still trying to find answers.

Although, I am fairly certain, the issues are not gallbladder related. In fact, that is about all I know, to be honest.

I am going to spare you all the details of the journey I have had to go through until I get a complete diagnosis and start to feel better. I’ll leave the daily and/or weekly updates for my closest friends and family.

I just don’t think my blog is the kind of place to have slow, progressive updates.  It is for the whole story.

I suppose this post is my way of telling you all, I’ve been a little frazzled lately. I honestly don’t know if I am on the mend or if I am just at the beginning of an even crazier chapter of this journey.

I’ll keep you posted.

So, no, I do not have my health figured out completely. But, slowly but surely, and in God’s perfect timing and plan, I will find answers one day. It may not be in my timing or end result, but it will be in His.

And that is what helps me not feel as discouraged.

Until then, I am on the rollercoaster ride a little bit longer.

Blessings,

Renata

Thank you dearly for taking time out of your lives to read my blog! Your support means the world to me. I praise God you found this blog, whether you stumbled upon it accidentally or sought it out intentionally.

I’d LOVE to hear from you all! Feel free to leave a comment or e-mail me at coffee.soothes.the.soul@gmail.com.

I pray God would bless you and be with you always, no matter where you find yourselves in life.

He was delivered over to death for our sins and was raised to life for our justification. – Romans 4:25 (NIV).

Adoption: It Takes a Special Person

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I have officially read the first chapter of the textbook for my current course. Exciting, isn’t it? Surprisingly, I have yet to have my freak-out session abut my course. No worries, it will come in due time.

If it does not happen by the time this post is public, it will surely happen this weekend. Nevertheless, that is not what I plan on discussing this week. In fact, truth be told, I didn’t think I would ever write this post. But, God had different plans, friends.

First and foremost, for those of you who do not know, I was adopted when I was five and a half years old. As I grow older, I continually have experiences that help me process the event. This is one of them.

Earlier this week while at a doctor’s appointment, I overheard a conversation between a patient and an employee. The two had a discussion about the employee’s parents, who adopted a few of their children, including the employee.

During said discussion, the patient mentioned how wonderful it was that the employee’s parents adopted him and others in his family. The employee promptly responded, “Yes, it is. But, it takes a special person to adopt.”

Guys, that comment floored me. Much like my thoughts about a contestant on The Bachelor, who helped me not feel alone in my beliefs about my adoption, hearing the employee say that brought me great peace.

Honestly, this was the first time I’d ever heard someone else say, “It takes a special person to adopt.” For years, I’ve walked around telling people that exact statement.  I often wondered if I was alone in those thoughts.

It seems like I am not. It is extra comforting to know I heard it from someone who is in a similar stage of life as me. The introvert in me didn’t have the gumption to interrupt and say, “Yes, I was adopted, too. I completely agree! Thanks for saying that.”

Perhaps, this is my way of doing that.

Because he’s right. I firmly believe it takes a special person.

Even if you don’t know anyone who’s been adopted, it only takes a quick Google search to find a myriad of adoption stories. Some are wonderful, and some are downright horrifying.

As someone who has and continues to experience the highs and lows of adoption, I can assure you, the process is not for everyone. It takes a God-given desire and ability to choose to take someone into your home who is not your own and love him or her well.

The keywords of that sentence are: love him or her well. Getting the child into the home is one thing, but choosing to love him or her, despite all of their trauma and baggage, is a completely different story.

That is what takes a special person.

And that is what I think a lot of people miss.

Yes, it is awesome that people choose to bring children into their home. Yes, it is wonderful that kids get to have a family because of said people.

But, the story doesn’t stop there. That’s only the beginning, especially for the adopted individual.

For, just because a person is adopted, does not mean he or she has forgotten their past. The adoption is simply a new chapter their life story.

If adoption was only about providing a roof over someone’s head and food on the table, it wouldn’t be any different than being in an orphanage or foster care.

Adoption is about unconditional love.

It is about understanding those who are adopted are constantly hurting on the inside as they process the trauma they’ve been through—despite all the wonderful blessings that come with having a family.

It is about the quality of life and love within the home, not the physical house itself.

Therefore, it is important to realize that to be adopted in a home that sees the process as nothing more than physical well-being can do more than harm than good.

Adoption is messy.

It is a lifelong battle of being grateful for the chance at life and a family, yet constantly wondering what it is the adopted person did to be given up in the first place (in most, but not all scenarios).

So, I tell you: Indeed, it does take a special person to adopt. Take it from me and the complete stranger at my doctor’s office.

May you mindful of this truth if and when you consider adopting a child. For, as wonderful as the feat may be for the parents, it means innumerably more to the children, especially when done well.

Blessings,

Renata

Thank you dearly for taking time out of your lives to read my blog! Your support means the world to me. I praise God you found this blog, whether you stumbled upon it accidentally or sought it out intentionally.

I’d LOVE to hear from you all! Feel free to leave a comment or e-mail me at coffee.soothes.the.soul@gmail.com.

I pray God would bless you and be with you always, no matter where you find yourselves in life.

He was delivered over to death for our sins and was raised to life for our justification. – Romans 4:25 (NIV).

Things I’ve Considered: Even More School

2 Thessalonians 1-11

This is a post I never thought I’d write. I’ve considered getting a master’s degree.

I am four classes away from getting my bachelor’s degree and I’ve seriously thought about getting a master’s.

That’s crazy to me.

For the longest time, I was convinced I would be that person who would never go back to school once I got a bachelor’s degree. But, you know what happens when people make sweeping declarations—they are bound to do the exact opposite.

So, this is where you find me.

Now, I am sure you all are wondering what I would get the degree in. I would get a degree in counseling. This desire to go into counseling is not new. I’ve actually deeply considered it for months now.

It hasn’t been just a small thought or whisper of an idea.

I’ve actually reached out to multiple people in the field to see if they think I would be a good fit for it. To my surprise, they have said yes, and even offered to help me!

That’s exciting to me, friends. Extremely exciting.

Part of the reason why I’ve considered going into counseling is I see how much good it has done for me. In fact, I think it has done more good for me than I allow myself to believe. So much so that some people have been genuinely surprised to know why I am seeking counseling.

All I can say to that is glory to God. It is He who is working in me.

I will say some may think it may not be wise for someone who is seeking their own counselor to be a counselor themselves. To that, I kindly disagree. For, as I’ve shared in my post professing my untold story, my counselor once told me, “Even counselors need counseling.”

Counselors are not perfect people. I think if anything it is through their own often tragic or difficult experiences that behavioral health professionals realize their potential to be in the field themselves. And that brings me to my next point.

Another reason why I’ve considered going into counseling is I desperately want to help people heal. I want to help others experience the joy of even a small dose of healing. After all, that is why I also want to share my testimony in some capacity. I want to show people they are not alone by sharing my story.

Granted, I wouldn’t be able to share my own hurts and pains in a counseling session, but I would play a pivotal role in helping others know they are not alone through proven clinical studies, methods, and whatnot.

I guess, for me, my testimony would be my personal, yet public method of proclaiming others are not alone. And acting as a counselor would be my professional way of doing so.

I’ve also considered going into counseling because I’ve been told by multiple people that I listen well. And this is where my communication degree would go hand-in-hand. My bachelor’s degree in communication is all about dissecting how humans communicate in various groups, organizations, styles, and methods.

It is all about discovering why humans are wired the way they are by analyzing verbal and nonverbal tendencies, which is increasingly more important in an era where face-to-face communication is second fiddle to technology.

Lastly, I’ve considered going into counseling simply because it is a deep desire God has placed on my heart. To tell you the truth, it came out of the blue for me. Because, as I said earlier, I was convinced I wouldn’t get a master’s degree. But, here I am fervently considering it and proclaiming it.

And that has been God’s plan all along.  He planted the desire. I did not seek it, I can assure you that.

Wow. Talk about a declaration. To some, it may seem minuscule. But, to me, it is massive. Honestly, I don’t know when, if, or how this will come to fruition. I’ve got a few things to figure out and deal with before anything concrete occurs, of this I am sure.

However, I choose to embrace this God-given desire. I choose to see where He leads me. And that makes my heart so full.

My call to you is this: As I’ve said before, listen to that nagging feeling in your heart, your gut, or the back of your head. God will guide you. Just listen—even if it seems like the craziest or most absurd idea. Obey God’s call.

God wouldn’t have planted the desire in you if He wasn’t intending to bring it to full fruition. May this post and my journey to this point and from here on out be a loud testament to that.

Blessings,

Renata

Thank you dearly for taking time out of your lives to read my blog! Your support means the world to me. I praise God you found this blog, whether you stumbled upon it accidentally or sought it out intentionally.

I’d LOVE to hear from you all! Feel free to leave a comment or e-mail me at coffee.soothes.the.soul@gmail.com.

I pray God would bless you and be with you always, no matter where you find yourselves in life.

He was delivered over to death for our sins and was raised to life for our justification. – Romans 4:25 (NIV).

Boasting in My Weakness: I Am Fearful

2 Corinthians 12-9

First, I’d like to say that this week marks three years of the coffee soothes the soul blog! Wow! I’ve recently spent some time looking back at my old posts. All I can say is, they truly are a representation of my life in real time.

God is good.

Also, thank you. Thank you for praying with me this past week. I deeply appreciate you all.

I would ask that you continue to pray with me. This is a season of life filled with a lot of despair and uncertainty. Nevertheless, I believe God is faithful.

However, as I mentioned last week, walking with God is not a cakewalk. Truth be told, there are many areas of my life I still struggle with as a believer. Walking with God does not make my struggles go away.

Instead, God shines a bright light on them.

And as I sit listening to the progression of a thunderstorm, I am reminded of one of my constant struggles—fear. I am a relatively fearful person.

I am that person who always feels the need to look over their shoulder.

I am that person who always feels jittery and unsafe. In fact, as I type that, I can feel my leg muscles tense up.

I am that person who always feels the need to control their surroundings.

I am that person who always jumps to conclusions of what could happen.

I hate staying home alone at night.

I hate showering when no one else is home.

I live in constant fear that I will be harmed.

And now I must tell you why.

Even though some may disagree with me, I firmly believe being left at a hospital and living part of my life as an orphan was a traumatic experience for me.

I once had someone ask me if I had been through a trauma. At the time, I thought, “No, not really, except for my adoption, perhaps.”

But, as I get older and reflect on life more, I firmly believe being an orphan was a traumatic experience for me. And there lies my fearful nature.

I think a lot of my actions, attitudes, and behaviors can be stemmed from that event in life. It has shaped who I am and my perspective on the world and the people in it.

Part of me hates admitting that, considering two and a half years ago, I said I was trying to break free from the anchor of my emotions—my adoption. In that post, I shared how I should not live a life where I must explain to others I am the way I am because of my adoption, that instead, I should make Jesus the anchor of my life.

I still hold true to what I said then, just as I hold true to what I am saying now. Because, if anything, the time difference shows you that dealing with an adoption is not a quick and easy process. Instead, it is one filled with many ups and downs, as my various adoption posts have shown, which you can find by typing “adoption” into the search bar.

And so, I believe it is because of this foundational experience in life that I am fearful. I trust God. But, not completely. At least, not easily. Often times, I am the believer who finds herself kicking and screaming to give God her all.

And I hate that, I truly do.

I don’t want to be that type of person who always has to watch her back.

I don’t want to be that person who second-guesses God’s goodness.

I guess I am writing you all to tell you that my adoption brings joys and hurts in life. For instance, I believe it is because of my adoption I love people well.  I believe it is because of my adoption that I refuse to buy a dog from a breeder.

Yet, I also believe it is because of my adoption that I tend to be passive aggressive. I believe it is because of my adoption that I want to shut people out when I am hurting.

Maybe it is just the thunderous weather getting to me. Or, maybe it is God shining a light on this struggle so that Satan would no longer be able to use it to distort my view of Him. Honestly, I don’t know.

But, I do know God calls us to not be fearful. May this post be a reminder to me and you—God is an awesome God! His plans prevail.

And that is why I am confident in His call to tell you I am a fearful person. And just that alone. I don’t have that part of my life figured out. Truthfully, it may not happen on this side of heaven.

Yet, God will use my declaration for His glory. I will boast in my weakness so that God’s unrelenting power may rest in me.

Of that, I am not fearful in the slightest.

Blessings,

Renata

Thank you dearly for taking time out of your lives to read my blog! Your support means the world to me. I praise God you found this blog, whether you stumbled upon it accidentally or sought it out intentionally.

I’d LOVE to hear from you all! Feel free to leave a comment or e-mail me at coffee.soothes.the.soul@gmail.com.

I pray God would bless you and be with you always, no matter where you find yourselves in life.

He was delivered over to death for our sins and was raised to life for our justification. – Romans 4:25 (NIV).