King's Daughter's Kitchen

My kids used to start a lot of our more serious talks with, “Mom, don’t freak out, but…”

I’m able now to keep a quiet calm and assurance when part of life goes in the dumper instead of freaking out. That’s a lot from a person who suffered (past tense) with anxiety, depression, and low self-esteem.

I want people to see Jesus in me. Some may not recognize His presence straight away. All should notice a marked difference.

I am Awesome, protected by thick hedges of angels and promises in the Word. I am sheltered by high walls, boundaries of living faith daily, as a walking, talking, praying daughter of a loving, truthful, faithful, consistent Father.

I don’t just know this. I live its truth. I won’t bow my head to misery knowing the Holy Spirit lives in me and goes where I go. I wouldn’t want my Father to come back for me, and catch me doing a piece of stupid that makes me ashamed in that one glorious moment. No matter how much I wish for Him to hurry, my job here is not done. So, I stand calmly, assured by faith in God’s Might, truth, and love, not freaking out over that part of my life in the dumper.