Unfinished Thoughts by Joanna

If you're a saved believer of God, there is something you need to ask yourself: who is your God? Not your parents' God or the God you read about in the Bible or the God you hear about in church on Sundays. Who is God, as seen through your eyes? What has He done for you? Who has He put in your path? My God gave me a birthday present a few weeks ago, on my birthday. Anyone who knows me knows I raise rabbits, and I love them to bits. I had two pregnant rabbits, and one of them had a very high-risk pregnancy, unfortunately. She really should not have been able to have babies, medically speaking, but her litter and the other one was born perfectly healthy, on my birthday! It was just a small thing, but it was the perfect little miracle just for me. The little things do count. So today as I reflect on the time God has given me on this Earth, I realize that I am fortunate enough to have those little moments, when it's just me and my Saviour, and I can just feel His presence. I...

Well, it's been a while. I've been busy. I have had an underlying theme to the end of September and beginning of October - failure. I have been feeling like a failure a lot because in all honesty, I'm overcommitted and I don't have enough time to do everything I need to, so I end up cutting corners. I'm working on it. But the truth is, the days I have where I feel like I'm failing - a horrible friend, a horrible coworker, a horrible Christian, a horrible sister, daughter, whatever - I'm really not. The word failure means "lack of success." You can have small failures. You can fail to get your homework done, fail to clean your house, fail to attend that important appointment or coffee date you promised to be there for. But guess what? You can't fail life. If you - or I, in this case - are truly failing in relationships, work, school, anything, that means you have to have a total lack of success. Fortunately, since our stories aren't written ...

"And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me." II Corinthians 12:9 This is my life verse. As you can most likely assume from the previous post, I have a lot of self-doubts. I feel like this verse is written for me; of course, it is written for everyone, like all verses in the Bible, but I think it's a wonderful feeling to have.  When I start getting stressed out about my lengthy homework-related to do list, or when I remember that my room looks like someone played a game of Jumanji in it and I should clean it, this verse comforts me. I can see myself getting stressed and I don't like the person I become when I'm stressed. But His grace is sufficient. He is certainly enough for my tiny issues that seem inflated through teenage drama and my propensity for worrying. He is always enough! That's such a si...

I'm not going to tell you how this blog will work. I'm not good at following outlines, and my life needs a little less structure (or structured chaos, rather) right now. I'm going to start by saying: words have always been my metaphorical comfort food. Either someone (or Someone) has comforted me with words, or I have comforted myself by writing words. So as you can imagine, writing instills in me the joy of a completed project, something that I created by myself that isn't a total failure. But lately, I've felt like I am failing in every aspect of life, even though I'm really not, and how could I succeed in writing? I didn't want to tarnish something I loved to do by allowing it to go unfinished, or just poorly planned or badly written.  But today, when I was feeling frustrated about many different things, I decided that I was going to write, and I wasn't going to stop until it was done, and then I was going to change the name of this blog, hit the pu...