When I am my least, He is my Most

You split the sea
So I could walk right through it
You drowned my fears in perfect love
You rescued me
And I will stand and sing
I am a child of God

I'm no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God

I've been plucking away at the Accidental Nomad Life blog for a while now, almost a year in fact. My heart's desire for it has always been to connect with people where they are. Meeting need to need and vulnerable to vulnerable. I want to share freely and openly so that others may be encouraged, not by my accomplishments, but by the Grace of God through my difficulties.

The Accidental Nomad Life began last year when I needed to leave my Creative Jayne blog to something more heartfelt. I began it by sharing my stories. Stories that I hadn't shared or hadn't processed deeply before and God moved through my writing.

My stories may not have impacted people like I hoped they would, but by writing them and processing them and bringing truth to them as I was back in the emotion of the moments, I became freed.

I was freed from the pain and heartache and lies that I had lived in for the last 10+ years.

I feel another movement for the Accidental Nomad Life blog now.

Last week I shared about our struggles financially and more than that it was a post about trusting God in the midst of our hardships. Trusting that God would provide and if we followed the call to have another baby, He would continue to provide.

He moved so strongly through that post in the hearts of our family and friends.

A way that I have NEVER seen before or felt before.

My post was not one that was seeking donations or pleading for handouts, and I don't believe that anyone read it that way.

In my humility to share our convictions, my family and our friends met our hearts and so graciously reached out to us in overwhelming ways.

I want to be able to share my stories like that more often. My stories that will encourage others that they are not alone in their struggles but rather, in good company.

I want to help people to see how they can cling to the promises of God and He will come through, even when you feel the most alone.

That's what he showed me over the last week.



I was at my whit's end with life - I was incredibly discouraged that we would just always be struggling, that we would be stuck, living tightly like this forever and He stepped in. He sent multiple people over with groceries, He placed it on the hearts of multiple people to help us out monetarily.

It
wasis overwhelming to think that we didn't ask for any of this or even deserve it.

But we are loved.

We don't need to be afraid because God always comes through. We are surrounded with friends and family that care so deeply for us, they would sacrifice to help us out. And even though I can't do anything to bless them back to the extent that it has moved us, as much as I'd like to give back to them, I know that God will bless them on our behalf.