Daniel and Samantha Phillips

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Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Clinging to my Mustard Seed...

There's a song titled "Temporary Home" that I like because it rings with such hope that this life is not the end. No sin we commit ever need be permanent, and our family ties can carry over to eternity.

The chorus sings, "This is my temporary home, it's not where I belong. Windows and rooms that I'm passing through, this is just a stop on the way to where I'm going. I'm not afraid because I know this is my temporary home."

Right now my temporary home is dark. Depression. Suicide. Fog. Feeling empty. And shameful. Lost.
I know this is all temporary, that I'm battling a mental illness and severe depression- that quite honestly I wish would just hurry up and be done with- but some days it's difficult to move. It's difficult to wake up. 

But this is temporary!! Like every phase of life, this too shall pass. Right now I'm in the thick of it, and it's so hard to know what to do. Especially when I'm struggling to know who I am. What should I plan for? How do you plan when you don't even know who you are?

You start with a seed. A mustard seed. And you build that up.
I am clinging on to my Mustard Seed of faith with everything that I am.


My enemy is fighting hard, maybe his hardest, but with this seed I will move mountains...

Footprints...

... I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me." The Lord replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, It was then that I carried you."

10 ~ 27 ~ 07

10 ~ 27 ~ 07
... Families are Forever ...

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