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by Tiffany Nesbitt | Apr 1, 2015 | Faith, Joy, Streamroots Posts, Trust
Over My Head It’s time to lay it on the line. I’m absolutely crazy about Jesus. Today was Bible study day. It’s currently the one day a week on which I am privileged to join a sincere and priceless group of women from all denominations and walks of life who gather to... ![The Asking]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Mar 18, 2015 | Faith, Inheritance, Intercession, Religion, Revival, Streamroots Posts
The Asking Last week God set me up for a holy ambush. He baited the trap rightly, knowing full well that I’m a sucker for music. Almost any type will do, but music that exalts the King draws me like a proverbial bee to honey. In the midst of that week’s errands and... ![Further On]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Feb 25, 2015 | Endurance, Faith, Goodness, Hope, Streamroots Posts
Further On God’s recently been highlighting a salt-and-vinegar word, and it’s been about as appealing as gargling away a raw throat. I’ve been scrunching my shoulders and plugging my nose, resignation in tow. Nevertheless, I’m hungry to grab hold of the healing.... ![Heavenly Brew]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Feb 18, 2015 | Encouragement, Faith, Streamroots Posts, Suffering
Heavenly Brew I’m experiencing a holy percolating. The bubbling began this morning as I met with Jesus for some one-on-one. I took a dive into Philippians 3 and things started stirring. From that moment, I’ve been able to smell the heavenly aroma brewing in my heart.... ![Into Glory]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Feb 4, 2015 | Faith, Family, Legacy, Streamroots Posts, Surrender, Trust
Into Glory Fears have a tendency to pile, layer upon layer, until the collected heap can seem to stand high and sharp against the heavens. My frail grandmother is grasping the final moments of her earth-days. It’s a painful thing, this passing from flesh and blood... ![Embracing Need]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jan 14, 2015 | Contentment, Faith, Provision, Streamroots Posts
Embracing Need Sometimes I don’t want to see what’s staring in my face. The obvious is so plainly blatant, I won’t allow my eyes to focus. Fear is too great. Stubborn as a headstrong little girl, I screw my eyes shut and close out the very beauty God...
