No fear


Well, that escalated quickly.
We are officially in a financial hole, and at this point, only God can get us out.

We’ve done the diligent work to get out of debt—but we haven’t built stability. That “one paycheck away from broke” warning? It’s real. And today, it hit home.

This morning we found out that Scott’s entire paycheck for the week was used to cover medical expenses. The entirecheck. And of course, this is the week when all the major bills are set to come out. Now we’re sitting here with nothing to cover them.

So, now what?

Well—I could beat myself up for not preparing better. But the truth is, we have been preparing. More than ever. And yet here we are, between a rock and a hard place.

Now, I’ll be honest: the temptation to run back to old comforts like food or distraction is real. But guess what? I just started a 90-day focus on my health and healing this week. Can you say the stupid slimeball enemy just overplayed his hand?

If the goal of this chaos was to derail me—to send me spiraling back into fear, food, or people-pleasing—I’m calling it out now: He failed.

The first thing I did was run straight to God. And then to a few trusted prayer warriors who helped anchor me in truth and reminded me:
We were not given a spirit of fear, but of power, love, and a sound mind.

So that’s it.
I’ve given this to God.
I’ve declared it’s taken care of.
And now... we wait.

Oh boy, this is about to be a great show!

I’m so grateful for a God who never leaves me. For a Word that reminds me of the promises that belong to me as His child.

Scott will be healed. We will be redeemed.
I may not know how—but I absolutely know Who.

So stay tuned.
This testimony is going to be one for the books!

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