Marji Laine

I Love a Good Mystery!


Join in the Challenge

Devotion CoverTomorrow is the beginning of my month-long devotional commitment. As I shared last week, I typically do a personal Bible study, but on any given day, busyness and other commitments can squeeze it out. Like today! Blah!

But during the month of September, I hope to reestablish a dedication to seeking the Lord daily. I’m using my new book, Thirty Days of Devotion. It’s only 99¢ at Amazon or you can sign up for my monthly newsletter and get a copy for free.

Each day, we’ll read one entry and share thoughts right here at Faith Driven Fiction. I know. I could have just kept this to myself, but walking daily with the Lord is His instruction. (Luke 9:23) Also His invitation. (Revelation 3:20)

Even if you don’t join us (though I hope you do!), don’t miss the opportunity to spend time with Him. Each day. Every day.

Thirty days.

Let’s share this blessing together!


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Spiritual Tar Pits

Tar Pit BubbleSatan wants you down. Defeated. Giving yourself negative talk and expecting nothing but failure.

And I had such a day of that last week. I could go through the day and get all upset again, but it really isn’t worth it. Suffice it to say that from the time I was awakened, before my alarm by an … issue … my day flushed and I spent the rest of it spiraling in narrowing rings around the toilet of depression.

By the time I hit the evening, (And hit is an optimal word there.) I was antsy. Situations left unresolved, unexpected new … issues … cropping up every time I opened up my email. I have to tell you, like a threatened octopus, I felt myself pulling everything in.

Sweet hubby made me turn off my email. I just needed to let things go for a few days. And he was also right about something else. In the big picture of things, these little details don’t really matter. I know the evil one would love to destroy me, and he uses my weariness and little snipes here and there to pick me to pieces.

But snipes aren’t real. I know because my grandpa took my mom snipe hunting once when she was little. Poor thing. And these things that have picked on me all day weren’t real either. They weren’t things that would last. The slights and the frustrations generated out of minor issues shouldn’t affect me so much.

Good thing to remember. And the tornado dreams and restlessness that plagued me for the 24 hours made it very clear that I was not in the will of the Father. All of the ill-feelings stemmed from a decisions that I had been putting off. Once made, I had peace and clarity, though my circumstances hadn’t really changed all that much.

So my day started out in tar pits that I didn’t think I could escape. But it ended with a beauty and peace that I didn’t expect. To God be the glory!