Trust issues

Fresh back from vacation and down with the flu for the past three days. All kinds of thoughts running through my head: what it was like walking the streets of Havana, plans for the near future, a member of our church in a hospital bed in Guatemala City, should I take Virogrip or Fluibron?

But above all of the them, the one thought that I can’t seem to run from is: ‘Trust issues, yes I have them’.

In church on Sunday, our pastor asked the question: ‘Do you have someone at Lifenet with whom you can be totally open and honest about your life’? Technically my answer is yes, because my husband goes to that church as well; but outside of him, my answer is no.

So even though I haven’t wanted to, the flu has given me quite a bit of time to face the issue, and to be honest, I haven’t gotten very far.

My story is probably very similar to yours: we trusted and we were betrayed. That is life. It happens. It’s actually the norm, I believe. In my case there was a divorce, a legal matter; people chose sides. Some I thought would always have my back, didn’t. I worried about the confidences I had shared with them, the things they knew about me that I’d prefer be kept between us. How safe was my life’s story with them? Had I chosen correctly? Wisely?

I learned that the closeness you share with someone during one phase of your life may not survive change or tragedy. Relationships need to be dynamic in nature for them to be able to go with the flow of life, and sometimes people just can’t be dynamic like that.

Christianity is big on having an ‘accountability partner’, someone with whom you can walk through years of your life, who will help you to walk the straight and narrow through the use of tough love. That person says the things you need them to say even though you don’t want to hear it; but accountability only works if you can be honest about what is truly going on in your life.

That concept has always baffled me. How do you find someone whom you can trust so implicitly as to be consistently open and honest with about your life, your thoughts, your struggles, especially in this tiny country we live in? So, I did the next best thing: I kept my circle small. I spoke freely with a few chosen ones believing my stories and I were safe there. I didn’t need an accountability partner because I had them.

But then divorce with all its swirling, strong, tentacles tore a swath through my small circle so devastating that I had to take my honesty and tuck it away in a place where I, with this newly acquired knowledge that not all relationships will survive, thought it was safe. I look at people now, and like the baby bird in ‘Are You My Mother’ by P.D. Eastman, I wonder, ‘Am I safe with you? Can you handle my honesty?’

Recently, during an intense conversation, a woman asked me how I was able to learn to trust my husband after what had happened in my first marriage. The answer was easy: he had proven himself to me, through some serious thick and some very dubious thin, my husband has been dynamic with me. He’s moved with the flow of my life’s changes, and he’s never been unreliable.

As I pray for restoration of some former relationships I wonder how I am supposed to be, to act. How am I to embrace, forgive? I think of the prodigal son returning home with that practiced speech and repentant heart, and that father who was waiting for him so longingly. Can I be like that father?

I picture my back, exposed in the battles of the past few years, and remember how I waited expectantly for those I loved and trusted to stand with me. As in an outer body experience I watch it replay in my mind like a movie. I see the arrows as they hurtled toward my back, and I want to run in and warn myself that I’m unprotected and vulnerable there, but then I see others I didn’t expect step in to help shield me, and fight off the incoming arrows. And I know that I never stood alone.

Still it’s so hard to trust. I want to live in freedom, but how can I trust again? How can you trust again?

I know it’s possible; so, after all this thinking and making sure I understand the reality of what it is I’m dealing with here, I come to the foot of the cross. and I pray. I mean really, what else can I do? I can’t force myself to trust. This work has to be supernatural. It’s got to be God intervening. I would hate to miss out on a few trustworthy souls just because others have proven themselves to be the opposite.

How do I handle those who have been unworthy of my trust? How do I know who I can trust? How do I start trusting people again?

Like I said, I haven’t gotten very far. I have no answers but I am searching for them. When I find them, I’ll be sure to share what I’ve learned with you.

©Debbie Mendoza, August 2017. Debbie Mendoza is the author of Exodus: A Journey Through Divorce and JoyHope. For speaking engagements: (011) 501-610-4375

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La Habana

Today I felt too much, saw too much. All my senses were engaged on a deeper, higher, stronger level. The colors are too vivid and deep.

The old mixes with the new too seamlessly. The poverty of the people contrasts with the money spent by tourists, but the locals seem happier than the people they serve.

The squalor is a far cry from the luxury of hotels and restaurants, but the laughter and conversation bursting out of old apartments and dirty corners is so attractive, it invokes longing.

That spirit shows up on the music that is everywhere.


There is an atmosphere of change in Havana. A lot of restoration is happening to apartment buildings and state buildings. You can smell the change for the lurking beast it is, and I envision another Cancun; I pray to God that doesn’t happen.

Maybe it won’t. Cancun is full of new buildings trying to look like something they aren’t. Havana is full of old buildings holding onto centuries of history. Havana also has a revolution to stay true to while trying to carve out its own personality among worldwide tourist destinations. Cancun is easy and convenient. Havana is complex and gets under your skin.

If you come to Cuba a year from now you will have missed out on some of what makes it unique. It’s like a baby learning to walk. You blink your eyes or run to the store and you missed her first steps.

Havana is vibrant; but vibrant is still too soft a word to describe it. Vivacious. Energetic. These are some of her attributes. After a full day out in different parts of the city, walking 16,000 steps, having great food, mojitos, Cuba libres, accessing the internet on the Malecon, getting gipped by a taxi, jumping on a bicitaxi, getting a fifty-cent taxi, taking tons of pictures, and drinking lots of water, the images of the day are too much for me and I can’t fall asleep.


I close my eyes and scenes from the day run through my mind like a slideshow: the young woman on her third floor balcony smoking a cigarette and watching the tourists run about like busy rats below, (she doesn’t see me looking at her, and I don’t want to invade her life by taking a picture. Instead I record the scene with my mind’s eye. The second door on the balcony is broken, and that part is covered by an old round tabletop that can’t be moved until the door is repaired, if it will ever be); the painters I’ve met who paint a variation of the same scene trying to capture the spirit of Havana on 5”×7” pieces of canvas; the bartender at Ernest Hemingway’s favorite bar who we watched make twenty mojitos in the twenty minutes we were at the bar as part of a throng of tourists, and how he does that all day, everyday; the women who offer to read your palm in doorways; and the companionable conversation and warm affection between Cubanos of all ages.

Oh Lord, please shut my mind off, I prayed. I’m over-stimulated. This city is too much on all the senses. I want to get up and go do it all again tomorrow, but for that I need sleep.

The sights of Havana are explosive. The colors are sometimes too much, and that is coming from someone who has lived most of her life in Belize. The tall buildings, the architecture, the Malecon, the history, the beautiful people, the bad teeth. The signs of the revolution.


The sounds of Havana include constant, heavy traffic, loud music in cars, deep-throated full-bodied live music in restaurants, the melodious Spanish they speak that sometimes incorporates every body part and looks like a fluid dance. The toot of taxi horns to get pedestrians out of their way.

The smells of Havana include that of squalor, but then blooming jasmine danced under my nose one night and it was unexpected. There is the strong smell of change as plaster, cement dust, demolition, painting, and reconstruction are going on everywhere.

The touch of Havana is dirty and sticky but it doesn’t leave you feeling unclean.

Nothing tastes like the Crystal water we are used to, and so the bottled water here tastes like dirt except when you drink it really cold. They still don’t have access to a lot of things from the outside world so they make do.


I’m over-stimulated and overwhelmed. I’ve always wondered how people are shaped by living in the shadow of a mountain like in Antigua, Guatemala, or on an island, like Ambergris Caye. Now I wonder how living in such vibrancy, even in a somewhat closed culture, can shape a person. What do you do with all that force of history behind you, and strength of culture within yourself?

For me, as an outsider, it’s like touching my finger to my tongue and then putting my finger on something hot. It’s too hot. It’s steamy. And it kinda makes me want to get away, to look forward to getting back to slow Belize, where as beautiful as it is, sights and sounds and life are toned down to a livable level.

I want ice cubes and a choice of paper products, freedom of information and seamless access to the internet. I want water in every store and stocked shelves everywhere; but for now I can’t have those things while spending time in Cuba.


I can’t describe this country with words, so I’ve taken countless pictures to try to tell the stories of what I’ve seen here. Even those, I feel, fall short of trying to explain it to someone who’s never been.

Lord, I just want to sleep. I want to be energized to go out and do it again tomorrow. We have our day planned out, and I already envision well over 12,000 steps. Do I have mental, spiritual, and emotional room for more stimulation? To record more new things?

What do I do with this adrenaline boost? How can we call this a vacation?

But it is a vacation. It is a break from the Breaking Belize News, Belize Buy and Sell, Belize Business Review, and from the constant interaction with the world.

It is lovely to get to a place where no one knows you, and to be accepted only for what they see in you.

It is a life boost to be able to spend some time with such a passionate people, to juggle three kinds of money, to realize the blessing of conveniences that we live with in our own country, and to wonder why it is that even an island nation like Cuba can have so much evidence of its history but in our country we don’t.

Lord, please help me to sleep, I pray again. Then I get up and I write because it’s the only way I know to shut off the slideshow. It works.


©Debbie Mendoza, August 2017. Debbie Mendoza is the author of Exodus: A Journey Through Divorce and JoyHope. For speaking engagements: (011) 501-610-4375

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The Hano Effect

Some people just don’t get it; they are dumbfounded by the process when performers like Shaneeka who can rock the house, and Gareth who can dance and sing, are actually in a competition with Hano Lin.

Are the judges looking for stage performance and props, or are they looking for singing ability?

Those who don’t want to get it find it maddening that some contestants are given advice on how to be better singers, while Hano is praised for his props and stage presence. Finally, weeks into the competition he gets the ‘breathing’ advice from the judges, just like everyone else has gotten before him.

Are the judges seeing and hearing the same things we are?


It’s clear to me that the judges want to look for talent, but they can’t ignore Hano’s light-hearted comic relief. Everything in Belize has been so serious for so long, that Hano has been able to tap into something long missing in our country: comedy.

The generations before this had Beverly Smith and Seferino; there’s been a major gap since then, filled by Kevin Hart, Dave Chappelle, and others like them.

In Belize we love it when people exceed the racial barriers life lays out, and jump out of the boxes we have designed for each ethnic group. We do. The Asian community has fallen into a few stringent boxes, and deep down we wonder and believe that there has to be more than what meets the eye, and what they’ve allowed us to see.

Very few of us get to intermarry and/or intermingle with them. Hano is breaking down all the barriers, and destroying the boxes, and we love him for it!

So we might not understand the Hano effect singing-wise, but what we are witnessing as KTV the Remix plays out this season, (I believe), is one of the things that makes Belize such a beautiful place: our acceptance of culture, no matter how different.


Having been up close and personal with beauty pageants, I learned a long time ago that winning does not only depend on what a contestant brings to the competition; it’s also about what the others who have their eyes on the prize are bringing in that same year. Someone might logically be the most likely to win, but they may choose to compete in a year when the one person who can beat them is also competing.

I have long been a fan of both Shaneeka’s and Gareth’s talents, but I’m now wondering if they picked the wrong year to compete in this particular competition. They didn’t know when they signed up that ethnic barriers were about to be torn down, and that Belize would be getting the comic relief we all so badly need.

I do understand the frustration people feel when they think KTV The Remix is a singing competition; but watching the effect Hano has on people all over the country makes me think that we are watching something way more than a karaoke competition. We are watching a people lap up comedic relief because they have needed it. We see ‘one of our own’ take the stage every week and have no idea how he is going to surprise us, and entertain us. We are expectant for what will come out of his mouth because he makes us laugh; and we have badly needed to laugh.

So yes, it might have started out as a singing competition, but the ‘Hano effect’ has hit KTV The Remix in an unexpected way, just as it has hit the country. We don’t know what to do with it, except to enjoy it. Some people want to marry Hano, others want to go to his house for a party on Saturday night. Some think the show isn’t worth watching after he has performed, and countless others want to have their picture taken with him.

A few loyalists want him out of the competition so that their favorite can have an easier win, but the Hano effect cannot be ignored, and has forced some to step up their game in hopes of winning.

It’s beautiful to watch this acceptance happening, and to hear our collective laughter as Hano performs. I’m proud to witness the coming together to stand with him, ignoring those who want us to ignore the effect in favor of the singing. Hano makes us see our similarities more than our differences.

©Debbie Mendoza, July 2017. Debbie Mendoza is the author of Exodus: A Journey Through Divorce and JoyHope. For speaking engagements: (011) 501-610-4375

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Strong and courageous

I publicly admit that I did not, on my own, have the strength and the courage to do what I needed to do. I had to have help, and God gave it to me in a way I could not have expected.

I chose to accept the help, strength, and courage, that came from a source outside of me.

I chose to reject the advice of giving myself time in between relationships, as good as that advice is.

Sometimes your strength comes from within you; at other times it comes from others believing in you.

A friend told me when I was about to undergo major surgery in 2011: ‘Be strong and courageous’, (found many times in the book of Joshua). I held onto those words when I felt like I was going to die in the hours before the operation and in the days after. I knew my physical strength would come back to me. I told myself I was strong and courageous. My strength came from within me, and with it, I overcame extreme emotional and physical challenges.

Years later I quickly remarried after getting divorced. I have questioned myself often (because I am unwaveringly analytical), ‘Did I do the right thing?’ I always come back to the same answer. Yes!

This truth about myself has caused me to stop wondering: as strong as I may appear to be, as purposeful as I am about being emotionally healthy, the relationship I had with my ex-husband was one area of my life in which I didn’t know how to summon strength and courage. I needed the particular wisdom, experience, helping hand, and push, that Jesse had to offer me; and he needed mine for different areas of his life. 

Were it not for my husband I could not have done the healing work I have allowed within myself. If I had chosen a life without him I would still be settling for significantly less than I should in many areas of my life. I would not have had the strength nor the courage to stay away from the kind of sadness I had grown used to. I would not have been able to set up boundaries, nor give myself the freedom to define myself for myself, instead of for everyone else.

Conventional wisdom says ‘take time in between relationships’, especially in cases like mine, after a marriage of nearly a quarter century. I agree with that,  and so I questioned if I should have taken that time because I know it is such good advice; but I also knew when Jesse proposed and I said yes, that he was exactly who I wanted.

So when people judge, condemn, and/or put me aside because of this unconventional decision I made, I can now easily tell myself, ‘They just don’t get it.’ Now I understand how Jesus was able to say, ‘Father, forgive them. They know not what they do.’ Lord knows that if I were in their shoes, I would have probably rejected me as well.

But I’m not in their shoes; I’m in mine. I’m very familiar with my shoes, where they’ve been, and where they’ve taken me.

I know my journey and what my heart has been through. I know the heartache, misgivings, and the self esteem issues that plagued me; and after unrelenting self-analysis, I have no doubt that my strength, courage, the ability to stand my ground, and to fight when I needed to in the last few years, were birthed in me because my husband who was first my friend, believed in me.

This is my story that came about through much prayer, as readers of my book Exodus: A Journey Through Divorce will have already heard about. I didn’t up and decide one day that this man would be the man to help me gain strength and courage. I believe this was a God-ordained and directed process. I defied convention and expectations because of the conviction of that belief. It became clear to me very early in the journey that I had to make a choice for myself with this man, or wind up in a worse place than I could imagine, (Seven spirits -Matt 12:43-45).

Your story and mine are different. The take-away I want to give you from what happened to me is that sometimes our strength and courage come from God-provided, unconventional, outside sources.

You may be refusing to accept the help you’re being offered because it isn’t being presented in a package that you would have picked for yourself. Get prayerful. Ask for your spiritual eyes and ears to be opened, and then start to live expecting God to answer your prayer in this regard.

Before God first tells Joshua (1:6) to be strong and courageous, He tells him, “I will never leave you or forsake you.’ That is solid truth right there. God is the One who provides your strength and your courage, and He can package that however He chooses to.

To be strong and courageous means to stand on the strength you already have, and to accept the help you need, especially when it comes from a God-ordained source outside of yourself.

Sometimes your strength comes from within you; at other times it comes from others believing in you. You are strongest when those two come together. 


©Debbie Mendoza, July 2017. Debbie Mendoza is the author of Exodus: A Journey Through Divorce and JoyHope. For speaking engagements: (011) 501-610-4375

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Rest (Part 2)

Do you hate to rest? I’m not talking about a good night’s sleep; we all love that. I’m talking about dropping everything and doing nothing for a while.

For many years I’d go months without taking a break; then I’d get a week or two off from my life and I would wonder why God had allowed the rest. Was something big coming my way? In hindsight I know that it was because I wouldn’t take the break unless it was handed to me. Even God rested after six days. He wants us to rest regularly, not once every few months.

I struggled when I had to learn that lesson. I believed that rest is for the lazy. Keep going! Keep doing! Keep your hands and mind busy! Rest once in awhile was something I could look forward to; regular rest was not.

There are many verses in the Bible concerning rest, and the Sabbath is a big deal because one of the purposes it accomplishes is that we get refreshed as we rest. For years I did honor the Sabbath, but although my body rested, my mind didn’t, couldn’t. I was so accustomed to being an enabler, and taking care of everyone else, that even when my body was still, my mind and heart still raced; my emotions were always near the edge, threatening to bubble over. Many of us don’t know how to rest; and in fact, may still struggle with it.

Recently, faced with direction-decisions and situations, I thought it was time to once again fast and pray so as to discern God’s guidance in our lives. Instead, the Lord’s voice was very clear to me, ‘It’s time you rest.’ Of course when we don’t know how to rest, the command to rest is not what we want to hear. Fasting and praying is active, and we feel that we are joining God in doing something to achieve the end we’re hoping for; resting is the opposite; it means putting everything down and away, and doing nothing. The Lord assures us that we will hear Him clearly as we rest. Remember Elijah on the mountain?

This season of rest has been work for me, but I’m getting better at it. I put away the thoughts of fasting and praying. I imagined what vacation mode does to the mind and emotions, and tried to apply that even though my life continued as normal: work, cooking, household chores, church, relationships, etc. I’ve even taken a break from writing. I imagine myself as being on vacation from worry, stress, anxiety, and have tried to live as if I really do believe that God’s got this, and by ‘this’, I mean, His plans for our future.

Every morning I tell myself, ‘Today is a rest day. Do what you have to do, get that to-do list knocked off, but make sure that above all, you rest.’ My reward comes as my head clears. It seems to have the same effect on the body and mind as when you’re fasting: things aren’t as congested, and there is a mental and emotional clarity that wasn’t there before. You see the things you need to correct in your life, the paths you need to make straight. You get marching orders with specific confirmation. Your spiritual eyes and ears are open and receptive, and your spirit gets poured into in ways you would have once brushed off as silly or foolish.

There are seasons for everything under the sun; those include a time to fast and pray, and a time to rest. Maybe resting takes more faith because when you rest, the work is all God’s. Rest may feel selfish, because it means putting your need before others; but, rest is necessary.

If you think He is calling you into that time when you are to rest even though life continues as normal, be obedient: take the rest, listen for His voice, watch for His guidance. A time may come in the future when you will look back on this rest period and know that it played a powerful role in the life-changing decisions you made.

He knows what He is doing. Take the rest He offers.

For thus says the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel: “In returning and rest you shall be saved; In quietness and confidence shall be your strength.” (Is 30:15).

Then Jesus said, “Let’s go off by ourselves to a quiet place and rest awhile.” (Mark 6:31 NLT).

‘Be still and know that I am God. (Ps 46:10).


©Debbie Mendoza, July 2017. Debbie Mendoza is the author of Exodus: A Journey Through Divorce and JoyHope. For speaking engagements: (011) 501-610-4375

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One of those women who…

On the day you become ‘one of those women who..’ nothing seems out of the ordinary, except maybe for a feeling in your gut that something isn’t quite right. But even that might not be there. You go to work, or stay at home; go to church, or on a day trip. You do what you have come to know as your normal. There is nothing about your day that warns you that this is the last time you will ever feel this kind of normal ever again.

How can such a drastic change come without warning? Without the notification that says, ‘Get ready! Your life is about to change!’? How is it that we can be doing the most normal things to us just prior to the moment when we are brutally moved from one subset of women to another?

I’ve been thinking about this recently as I’ve watched a few people’s lives change in an instant. Their experiences have taken me back to the moments that changed my life in an instant: that moment that happens and no matter how much you wish it, you can’t ever go back to how you were, who you were, ever again. It is a dividing line, marking you as ‘one of those women who…’

In my case the first one was that I lost a son. So much of my life looked normal on the outside after that day, but I was forever changed. Even now, twenty five years later, when so many other good things and quite a handful of bad things have happened to me, that day stands out for me because it marked the day I became a real human being. The intensity of the pain of the loss handed me my humanity in the form of empty arms. I am very sure that I am who I am today because I became one of those women who knows what it’s like to lose a son.

Whatever the case may be, all of a sudden, either because of someone else’s actions and choices, or just because that’s the way life is, you are jolted from your normal into that horrible place of ‘a new normal’, where the pain is insane, and makes you feel like you could quite possibly go crazy. I look at women who are walking that through right now and my heart breaks for them. I want to tell them, ‘You will be alright. You will make it.’, and for some women I know that’s true, but for some it isn’t. I have seen a few women lose their battle with this transition. It isn’t pretty.

I want to tell them that the God they serve knew this would happen to them long before they gave Him their allegiance and chose to follow Him. When things were great between them and when they weren’t so good, He knew this was coming on their path. He tried to prepare them in different ways, and now here it is; a new journey has begun.

I also want to tell them that the road before them is long and difficult but do they want to hear that? For me, one woman who had been through what I was about to embark on whispered in my ears that the day would come when my boy wasn’t going to be the first thing I thought about on waking up. At the time it almost sounded like blasphemy, but it gave me a ray of hope to hold onto, and I never let go of that hope. The day did come and I didn’t notice it right away, but when I did, the feeling was bittersweet.

As I write this I’m afraid to sound like I am offering mere platitudes to women who are hanging on for dear life right now. Maybe these truths come too soon for them to grasp, or maybe in the depths of the darkness they now live in, these words might come as comfort. Yes, the road ahead is long and sometimes ugly, but God knew it was coming and He will walk you through it. This process will carve you into a different person, but it doesn’t have to kill you or make you crazy. He knew it was coming even as you lived in what used to be your normal; and He will be there with you every single step of the way.


Then Jesus said, “Let’s go off by ourselves to a quiet place and rest awhile.” (Mark 6:31 NLT).

You have earned this rest. Your hands have been at the wheel for too long. You have been in survivor mode going back so far that you can’t remember where it started. Your mind has forgotten how to do anything other than conjure up battle strategies. Your heart has been wrapped up in protective gear to keep it from being hit by stray, and intended, arrows. You are more tired than you know.

You’ve been hurt too many times to count; but every time you got back up again and fixed your armor. You’ve allowed the battles to help you grow, to teach you patience, to trust Me more. You’ve gone deeper and higher with Me because the only other choice was anger and bitterness.

You are a lover, not a fighter; or that’s what you’ve thought about yourself. Yet, battle after battle you’ve refused to back down. Instead you’ve gotten stronger, and you’ve tried your best to teach others how to war successfully. You are both a lover and a fighter!

Even though you are still standing, you need to realize that you’ve been taking a pounding. The arrows that bounced off of your shield didn’t produce the desired results, but they did indeed land with blunt force, and they caused you trauma. The times the ground caved in under your feet didn’t leave you lacking a solid foundation, but they repeatedly left you shaken to the core. The desertions by those who chose to not fight with you didn’t leave you alone and defenseless, but they threatened your belief in humanity and its institutions.

You’ve taken a licking, and have done more than just kept on ticking. You’ve fought for your life; and instead of just surviving, you’ve thrived. You’ve allowed Me to walk you through the valley of the shadow of death, to lift up your head, to rejoice over you with singing. You have earned rest.

But you can only think of survival mode. You’ve been there for so long that you can’t hear the quiet around you now. You’ve talked about laying down the paranoia when the time is right, and replacing it with discernment. That time is now.

You have waited on Me and I’m about to renew your strength. You will mount up on wings as eagles do. You will run without growing weary. You will walk without fainting. But first, you will rest.

Elijah, (1 Kings 19), expected to hear Me in the thunder and the wind because his adrenaline was flowing. He had to slow the pumping of the blood in his ears and in his head, and quiet his heart, so that He could hear Me clearly. And so must you. I’m giving you rest that will lead to restoration. This is My work, not yours. Shake off the survival mode. Step out into the aftermath of My victory in your life. You are welcome in this place.

Bask in the rest I’m about to give you. Even I rested, you know! It is my gift to you. When you start to think that you have to put your hands to doing something or else you’ll go crazy, remember how you’d advise someone else in your shoes. You’d say, ‘Get some rest. You deserve it. You need it.’ Take your own words to heart.

How many years have you been going at it? Three? Ten? Fourteen? Twenty? Do you think you’re superhuman? Are you ready now to close the book on all those years? To move on from survival mode? To be fully healed? The time is coming for you to make the transition, and rest is a big part of that. Take it. I give it to you. Don’t despise this gift of mine. Enjoy it. Be grateful for it. You are so loved. Allow Me to love on you by giving you rest. 

For thus says the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel: “In returning and rest you shall be saved; In quietness and confidence shall be your strength.” (Is 30:15).

You, My dear child, are not immune from needing rest. Take it, and listen out for Me. You’re not in adrenaline-pumping survival mode anymore. Let the quiet settle around you. Do normal, ordinary things, and enjoy them. As you obey Me in this I will speak so clearly to You that there’s no way you’ll miss it.

I’m waiting for you in this place of rest.


©Debbie Mendoza, June 2017. Debbie Mendoza is the author of Exodus: A Journey Through Divorce and JoyHope. For speaking engagements: (011) 501-610-4375

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