A few days ago I hit a hard spot.

You know what I am talking about.

One of those days where the echoes of the past come roaring out of the locked closet you had them securely fastened in…where things you thought were dead ashes buried years before suddenly regain new life and you realize that you had to face them again.

I know I am not alone in that battle, because over the years the Lord has led me to many women who deal with the same thing.

I think it is just part of being human.

We fail. We pick ourselves back up.

We conquer, and declare victory.

We think we are good and then…..here comes the enemy again to remind us of one thing.

We. Need. Jesus.

This was one of those days.

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I have many passages that the Lord has led me to over the years, and often, as darkness has crept up to tinge the days I am walking in, when fear comes roaring in threatening to shake my faith to its core, I have clung to them like a woman about to be washed away with a powerful flood.

Philippians 3 is one of those chapters.

Written by a man who had been through unimaginable darkness, who had tasted the kiss of death and yet was still, miraculously standing….who had served the God he loved even if it would cost him everything (and it did) I love the poetry and sincerity of the words he wrote.

But that passage is one of the ones that have become my Rock when I need it.

Today is a day I traditionally look for things to be thankful for in my life. I do this daily, of course, because I think a heart of thankfulness can lessen many of the darker times of life.

But on Thursdays I make a special effort and encourage you to join me.

So today, here is my passage, and I pray the words encourage you too. Share with me what you are thankful for, and I will pray for you today, as always. 😀

Blessings to you and yours

~Heather <3

(Philippians 3:3-15)

I want to know Christ—yes, to know the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, and so, somehow, attaining to the resurrection from the dead. Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.