Frankly, On Faith: New Beginnings

by Molly Jo Realy @RealMojo68

Frankly, On Faith.

Frankly, On Faith.

We all struggle. Sometimes it’s openly, sometimes it’s private. Sometimes we know the solution but can’t reach it. Sometimes we don’t have a clue what’s wrong. We just know things need to change.

God says, “Don’t worry about it. I got your back.”

We go to Him in thanksgiving for the little things, the big things, the in-between things. We ask for His guidance, His help, His strength, and His providence.

We remind Him of the great things He has already done, and we stand in awe at His greatness.

There’s something so humbling when we take the focus off what we need and shift to recognize who He is.

Like a breath of fresh air, His Spirit infuses our very atoms with joy and peace and we know, even if the now isn’t good, we know it will be. Whenever that is. Because God’s timing is not always our timing. But that doesn’t mean He forgets us. Rather, He asks us to forget the past and look forward.

Because what He has in store is grander, bigger, and much more powerful than anything we could imagine without Him.

“But forget all that–
it is nothing compared to what I am going to do.
For I am about to do something new.
See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?
I will make a pathway through the wilderness.
I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.”
~Isaiah 43:18-19 NLT
Frankly, My Dear . . . : New Beginnings

Frankly, My Dear . . . : New Beginnings

When you feel discarded or trapped, remember that He always remembers you. And if you can’t see Him at work, it’s probably because He’s behind the scenes getting ready to bless your socks off.

And that rope you’re holding on to the end of may just be what draws the curtain open to your glorious new life.

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Frankly, on Faith: Isaiah 43

by Molly Jo Realy @RealMojo68

Frankly, On Faith.

Frankly, On Faith.

Our God promises change. His entire existence is not about keeping things the same, but making things better for His Children. He will do whatever it takes to keep us safe, to bolster us, and to bring us home.

But now, O Jacob, listen to the LORD who created you.
O Israel, the one who formed you says,
“Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you.
I have called you by name; you are mine.”
~Isaiah 43:1 NLT

Sure, we don’t always see it. Sometimes, this fallen world attacks us left and right. Sometimes a change isn’t material or even tangible. It just is.

But our God promises change. And in the quiet crevasses of thought, in the loud chaos of the day, when we turn from the busyness of all this world calls us to do, and give just a few undiluted moments of attention to Him, we see He is indeed changing things for the better.

He will fulfill His promises and not be slow about it, for His timing is perfect. He will bring His Family together.

And He will change things.

Just you wait and see.

Frankly, On Faith: Isaiah 43

Frankly, On Faith: Isaiah 43

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The Solution

I’ve been praying all wrong.

Last night God whispered through my shouts.

Last night I was holding on so tight, begging for resolution that didn’t come.

I asked Him, “Why?”

He pried my hands lose so He could hold them.

He said, “Stop limiting me.”

I said, “Why aren’t you fixing this? I mean, I’m trying to trust you and all, but why aren’t you fixing this?”

He said, “Who says I’m not?”

I stomped. I pointed. I whined.

I said, “Because it’s not fixed! I can see it’s not fixed. How am I supposed to trust you when you’re not fixing what you said you’d fix?”

He said, again, “Who said I’m not?”

I turned my back and hummphed at Him.

I said, “Because it’s not fixed.”

He said, “What does ‘fixed’ look like to you?”

So I told Him.

Then He said, “That’s different than what it looks like to Me.”

I said, “Yeah. Your ‘fix’ isn’t the same. So it’s not fixed!”

He said, “So you have a problem.”

I said, “Yes, I do.”

Then He asked, “And you also have the solution?”

I said, “Of course not. That’s why I’m coming to you.”

He said, “So you have a problem. And you don’t have a solution. but you ‘know’ my solution isn’t working because you can’t see the ‘fix’. Is that it?”

I got angry. “Yes! That’s it!”

He said, “So you know what ‘fixed’ looks like. And you’ve been asking me to ‘fix’ this problem according to your vision.”

I said, “Yup. That’s right. So here’s my problem. Fix it. Fix it this way.”

And He said, “I’ve been trying to fix it. But you’re asking for the wrong solution.”

I said, “I’m confused.”

And I’m pretty sure He laughed. Gently, but He laughed.

“I know,” He said. “You have a problem, and you think you also have the solution. But you can’t have both. One precludes the other.”

Of course, I wanted to be snippy and say, “Oh, God. You just think you know everything don’t you?”

But of course, He does.

And I don’t.

So I stepped back.

And He was right.

My prayers aren’t answered because they’re the wrong prayers. They’re not answered, because I’m not giving Him the chance.

If I have the solution, I no longer have the problem. If I have the problem, obviously my solution doesn’t work.

I have to take myself out of the Solution Box.

And a funny thing happens when I do.

It gives God room to fill it.

HIS way.

And let’s face it.

Dad’s way is best.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD. “Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future.” (Jeremiah 29:11)

“As you do not know the path of the wind, or how the body is formed in a mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the work of God, the Maker of all things.” (Ecclesiastes 11:5)

“See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” (Isaiah 43:19)

“But blessed is the one who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is in him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.” (Jeremiah 17:7-8)

The Bending Tree at Red Rock Canyon

The Bending Tree

And Frankly, My Dear . . . that’s all she wrote.

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Before You Pray

Isaiah 65:24 (NIV) reads

“Before they call I will answer;
while they are still speaking I will hear.”

I’ve always believed, because God is outside of space and time, that He has already heard the prayers the future me will pray.

For quite a few months last year, I struggled with morning anxiety. Waking up was painful as I was faced with so many unknowns: the deteriorating health of loved ones, incomplete projects, financial instability, family schedules . . . the list goes on and on.

I was unable to really write or even blog. I struggled with what to share and who to share it with.

I continued to pray in moans that only the Holy Spirit could interpret for me, knowing that God had a plan and even though I may not see it, it is good.

My Life Verse ~ Jeremiah 29:11

My Life Verse ~ Jeremiah 29:11

In retrospect, I can see how everything happens for a reason. In retrospect, I understand that I was getting in my own way.

I found this reminder note in my desk drawer at work and posted it to my private Facebook page, but I want to share it here, too, because, well, quite frankly, it needs to be shared.

December 8, 2014

December 8, 2014

On the morning of December 8th, 2014…
When I was waking every morning with anxiety
When I had writers block
Before Rick finally went to his heavenly home
Before Alex asked for my blessing to marry Hannah
Before I was blessed with finances for TWO important writers conferences
Before I started grocery shopping for one
Before I had health insurance
Before I picked up a paying client for media/marketing
Before our lives were shaken, stirred, pressed but not crushed, running over …
Before all these great and glorious moments, on the morning of December 8, 2014, I had a Heavenly dream. God put His calming hand on my shoulder and spoke to my soul and said, “It’s going to be all right. I hear you, and I’m already working on it.”

I am reminded every moment that God is a personal God, that He cares about every part of my being, that He is making me whole.

He cares about you, too. He’s already heard your prayers. And He’s already working on it.

And Frankly, My Dear . . . that’s all she wrote!

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“Be Not Afraid”. Yes, I’m talking to YOU.

THUNK.

And then, again.

THUNK.

That’s what my friend Lisa says these types of writings do for her. When God uses me to write His message on her heart. She gets thunked.

As you’ve undoubtedly noticed from my incredible lack of writing lately, there’s not been a lot of thunking going on. Sorry, Lisa.

I need a respite. A retreat. I need to find a way to afford a weekend getaway to disconnect from the world and reconnect with my daughter, my writing, and my God. I need nature. To spend time in His world and renew my view. I need refreshing.

I’m tired. I’m tired all the time lately. The Cookbook Project was so fulfilling, so successful. So exhausting. Through the end stages of ordering product and processing orders, I fell under a bout of anemia. It doesn’t happen often. But if I don’t take care of myself, it can affect me.

I was already tired. So I didn’t cook too much in the last month. We ate leftovers and easy fixings: toast, eggs, oatmeal. It’s not like a homecooked meal. But I tried. Sometimes. And sometimes I didn’t. Which is why my iron levels dropped. I didn’t make the connection until one morning the dark circles under my eyes were darker. And not going away. And neither was my fatigue.

And then I remembered. I’m borderline anemic and I hadn’t eaten meat for much longer than a week. Neither had I taken vitamins.

My eczema has flared up as well. Rough, dry, itchy patches on my legs and hands. Yeah. Real attractive, right? The problem with eczema is the more it flares up, the more I rub/scratch, the more it flares up. Ugh. Talk about your Catch-22. My eczema is a result of cold, dry weather, weather changes, dietary changes, and stress. Hmm. Any of those happen lately? Let me think… I’ll take (e) for All of The Above, Alex.

Just about ten days ago I made a wonderful discovery. Something I’d not known before. Something which makes people who hate the internet, appreciate this information highway just a little. Anemia and eczema are connected.

Awesome.

I mean it. What a sigh of relief to know I don’t have a buzzillion things wrong with me; but rather one thing that is affecting me in a buzzillion ways. If I can get the anemia under control, the eczema will follow.

I’m still tired. Greatly overwhelmed. But I’m hopeful. I don’t expect my body to rebound after one red-meat meal. It will take a little time. Hope is a beautiful thing: Hope, in itself, offers promise and peace.

The anemia isn’t the only cause of my eczema. I need to release my worries and concerns. I need my body to let go of the stress it’s holding on to. That’s so much easier said than done. Am I right?

Let’s have a show of hands: Who has worries? Who has concerns? I thought so.

Worries and concerns aren’t unique. Troubles are a natural part of life. But doesn’t it seem that there are more worries and concerns lately? Isn’t the world around you more troubled than it used to be? Are you losing sleep, too? The deep-breathing thing doesn’t always help, does it? Yeah. Me either.

There’s a lot I’m not doing because I’m so tired. I’ve been unable to tend to my yardwork. I haven’t visited friends as often. And I’m not writing. Not really. I haven’t touched the novel for over two months. I haven’t even read my Bible.

My fatigue makes me feel like a failure. And causes me concern. These projects that aren’t getting done: how detrimental are these delays?

Today was it. That moment when I finally spoke aloud the words I knew were welling up inside of me. “I don’t have energy to be happy right now. I need replenishment.” Thankfully, blessedly, God heard me.

Dot nudged me to go to Church with her. I wanted to just stay in bed. But she wasn’t having any of that. I knew there would be a reason for me to go, so I went. We unexpectedly met some of my Very Favorite People there, who invited us to lunch at IHOP after.

Hey. Free food. I don’t have to cook. And I get to enjoy their company? Yeah. I’ll bite that apple. [Yes, my chocolate-chocolate chip pancakes were delicious. Thank you asking, Kenny.] Two hours later we finally disbanded. And I felt fed. Loved. Comforted. And a bit replenished.

I’ve been waiting for a Big Miracle, when the little ones are right in front of me. I can’t conquer the world. But I can conquer one task. At least, I can start.

So tonight, rather than watch TV, I turned it off and decided to pick up my Bible. I subscribe to one of those little daily prayer magazines. I haven’t looked at it in months. I figured it would be a good way to edge back into the Nightly Prayer Routine. My focus is easily distracted these days, so I can use all the guidance I can get.

After saying goodnight to Dot, I went to my room where the first distraction came about. My adorable cats were cuddled up, waiting for me. I also wanted to post an Instagram photo of my new fox necklace. That’s a separate story; but this part is important: as I was looking at the photos from those I follow, one lovely young lady posted this:

“So do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be afraid or dismayed,
for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

She posted it as a reminder to herself that He is always here. But I think God had her post it so she could THUNK me with it.

In this moment, before I started my Bible reading and prayer time, God is already soothing my soul. I am so very afraid of how terrible our finances are. I am so very worried about getting through each day. I don’t know what to do or where to turn.

But God does. And He chose someone else’s troubles to tell me.

And it doesn’t stop there. After reading that, and feeling a slight rejoicing well up inside me, I opened my little magazine. Today’s verse of the day is Isaiah 35:3-10. Isaiah is a book filled with stories of Strength and Endurance. Just look at the first word in these first two verses:

“Strengthen the feeble hands,
steady the knees that give way;
say to those with fearful hearts,
‘Be strong, do not fear;
your God will come,
he will come with vengeance;
with divine retribution
he will come to save you.'”

I guess now I should tell you that before I read, I wrote. My journal is full of letters to God. Pouring my heart out, praising Him in thanks, offering up prayers for others. As you can imagine, tonight’s entry was full of phrases like “Rescue me” and “Fight for me” and “Why is this so hard?” and “What do I do?” I knew He would hear me. Am I so tired that I’m not hearing the answer?

And then I read Isaiah.

That alone made me giggle a little.

You see, many years ago, in choir, I was known as the Teddy Bear Rescue Mission. I’ve always collected teddy bears. Still do, when I get the chance. About ten years ago, I was going through a very rough time and constantly seeking God’s presence. I asked Him to specifically show Himself to me in ways that were meant only for me. Over several months, He blessed me. With bears. Abandoned teddy bears I found on the side of the road, took home and cleaned up. There’s Roadie, Faith, and especially Isaiah. Isaiah was a brand new Ty Beanie Baby bear that happened to be in the middle of the road just as I drove up and stopped for a signal. I only had to open my door, reach down and pick him up. To this day, that bear is a symbol of God’s promise to care for me personally, individually, and intimately. He knows me and knows not only what I need for my body, but for my mind, emotions, and soul. He continues to refresh and replenish me. Even if the world doesn’t see it. Even if the bills still don’t get paid. Even if my anemia and eczema doesn’t go away.

Bears are awesome creatures. They are big. Strong. Yet cuddly. Furious and ferocious. And I have always loved them. And foxes remind me of Disney’s Robin Hood. They are beautiful, quick, quiet. Each of these wildlife animals command respect and admiration and awe. They don’t worry. They live the lives they are designed to live. You don’t see a bear trying to be a zebra, or a fox imitating a bird. They don’t worry about tomorrow.

There are approximately 365 mentions in the Bible to “not fear”. The variations are “Don’t be afraid,” “Do not fear,” and “fear not.” 365. That’s one for every day of the year. I’d say if God says it that much, He must have known we’d need the reminders.

I didn’t have to get away to connect with nature. I didn’t need a retreat to feel restored. And I don’t have to worry about my bills and budget.

I needed only to open my eyes. And be the best Molly Jo I know how. The rest will take care of itself. Somehow.

Faith Like a Fox

Faith Like a Fox



And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote.

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