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Stephanie Bryant is the co-founder of @incourage and a podcaster at the #JesusLedAdventurePodcast. She owns a Marketing & Business Coaching company. She is passionate about guiding you to your promised land and personal brand therapy. She enjoys spending her days with her husband and their miracle daughter, Gabrielle, on #BryantFamilyFarm....

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  1. When “every day miracles” occur, I try to take a mental note and hide it in my heart – then share it with my hubby later in the evening.
    Our home is in turmoil right now – filled with grandkids and their parents – and there’s a LOT of hustle and bustle.
    I kept all 4 kids for a week, while their parents were in orientation for their missions org. I WAS EXHAUSTED. ALL. WEEK. LONG.
    But I tried really hard to find something in each day to claim as JOY. A miracle of some sort. Good nap times. A smile from the baby. A hug and “I love you” from the cranky toddler. A picture put up on the refrigerator, captured in time.
    When my daughter returned I was full of praises for her, for how she “does it” and hangs in there day in and day out. Cheerful. Full of love. Tender with each child. Laundry done. Hot meals. Hair fixed on the girls.
    Her reply: “But mom, I don’t have to. You’ve here with me all the time!”
    God brought me through something amazing.
    I was “Grumpy Grandma” for a week, with 2x a night feedings and not getting naps when they did, and burning the candle at both ends. The floors went unswept, but everyone got fed each meal (and they ATE!) and clothes were washed (and piled in one chair in the living room). Even “Grandma Rules” and “mom’s not here” and being the heavy in the house 24/5 didn’t deter them.
    In the end. They. Still. Loved. Me.
    Truly a miracle. 🙂
    One I’ll cherish when they are in language school, or living “on-field” and I’ll have to settle for Skype calls and blowing kisses….another kind of grandparenting.
    Another kind of miracle, all together.

  2. I’ve learned…to stop and just be quiet. Life is so hurried and rushed, oftentimes stealing the very hushed moments away. Being still and resting allows me to praise Him and listen to Him. Otherwise, I miss out on a very important time of restoration with Christ.

  3. This post is so divinely timed. The Lord healed my body this week of a disoder that has threatened to sink me in pools of tears and heartache for the last 5 months, yet I’ve been trusting and fully expecting Him to heal me. And he has. My response has been a heart of gratitude that feels like it might explode in colors of praise and glory…and a new dress 😉

  4. We have a Joshua jar in our family room, a large glass jar which holds actual rocks on which we’ve written the Big Things we pray for — each of our children, our house, a family member’s new job after a long search, my father’s healing from cancer. From time to time, we pick out a rock (or several), remember why it’s there and thank Him again for answering our prayers.

  5. Sometimes it is hard to stop and be quiet and find those precious minutes to commune with the Father either in prayer or scripture study. One hint I learned is that when driving children to and fro from sports practice or music lessons, that my quiet time in the car waiting can be used for just that.

  6. Each week our church celebrates communion. In this quiet time I bow my head and tell God that I am just a sinner saved by His grace & love & ask Him why He loved me so to die for me.

    At home I keep a thankful journal & list daily the little things I’m thankful for–work went well, hugs, kisses, nice weather even rain. I try to celebrate every little occasion to thank Him for His goodness & Mercy!

  7. {And when you do this, the celebration, then the walls of difficulty will come tumbling down.}

    I am walking side-by-side with a family thru a terminal illness of a child. I have found that right after I worship Him for who HE is instead of the miracle we all so desperately want and pray for, I find strength in worship. Strength in HIS will, not the actual miracle itself. We will praise Him no matter the outcome.

  8. I love the idea of this post! I have a rock that I keep that is just like this concept, but I like the idea of translating that celebration into something a little more modern day (like shoes!). In a bit of a twist, this post also made me excited to HOPE for the victory that God will give us. Since God asks us to celebrate and remember His victories, it reminded me that victories WILL come. A lot of times I wonder if they ever will. This was so encouraging. Thank you!

    • and thank you for your comments 🙂 I am in the midst of a difficult season battling the enemy. You reminded me that, while I am not yet on the other side, I can anticipate the victory that WILL come and I can live with that hope in my heart. Today I will choose to thank Him for the victory He will certainly bring!

  9. This made me think of Isaiah 52:7 “How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings,who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, ‘Your God reigns!'”
    I want to testify to the grace and glory that the Lord has shown me today.
    And, Lord willing, tomorrow my feet will wear my polka dot boots as I hike 10 miles with my husband, children and friends as we remember the Stations of the Cross and what our Lord went through for us, and proclaim the good news of His Resurection and that our God Reigns.