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Becky is an author, speaker, Bible teacher, mom of three loud boys, and the Community and Editorial Manager for (in)courage. She loves writing about anxiety, motherhood, and the kindness of God. Long naps, shady trails, and a good book make her really happy.

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  1. This really resonated with me today; the crippling anxiety and sadness, I thought I was alone in my struggle! Thank you for being so honest!!

  2. But God. 2 best words in our stories! And the Creator & Master of the universe is writing our stories, simply WOW!!! Thank you for sharing this great illustration, Becky! Blessings!

  3. Such a beautiful message. Thank you. Really spoke to me. God has really gotten me through the traumatic times of my life for sure.

  4. Thank you for sharing such sad and hard memories Becky. It’s amazing when we look back and see God’s “handprints” on all of those sad and hard memories. Thank you…
    Isaiah 40:11 tells us that “He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young.”

  5. Thank you for this post. It spoke to my heart and held up a mirror so I can see that frozen chicken in me and made me cry and laugh at the same time. So needed. Bless you for sharing your gifts.

  6. Praise God the Chickens survived and you all did too Becky. God does look after us. I was menace when small. My younger sister then was 2 and I 3 and half then. This is slightly different than what happened in your story. I got my younger sister out bed on morning. I lead her to kitchen. Our house when I was small now in 51. Was mostly made of wood it was Swedish type house. Even though it was not in Sweden. I must have brought book with me into the Kitchen. Put them on top of cooker. I was told to be heard saying by my late Grandmother them who we call Nanny and our Dad’s Mum Granny. You not be cold now. So I must have turned on the cooker. With the books on top it and red rings of the cooker the books started to go on fire. All our Mum’s could see was me saying look it getting nice and warm in here to my sister. Her bedroom that she was staying in while down visiting us from Belfast in Northern Ireland for a few days. Was next to kitchen. She thought my Grandmother she could smell burning. Only she woke to see what it was the whole house and everyone in it could have been burned alive. My late Mum and Dad slept through it all had to be woken and only the wall was on fire beside the cooker and the books I had sat on top of the cooker. Nanny if she not woke that day things would have been so much worse. Then it was put out. My Mum and Dad and my Grandmother were just so glad me and my sister’s were ok. We were not hurt the house didn’t go fire because my Grandmother woke because she thought she smelt burning. I did think I was going to be told of what was my fault. But the next day when I woke there was lock on the kitchen door that only adults could reach. So I was locked out of the kitchen until they were up to open it. That was the best lesson in my eyes. As that next day all my late Mum said to Dawn you not get into the kitchen unless we are up. Now I am big. I see God’s hand in all this. If my late Grandmother had not be staying with us and sleeping in the room next to the kitchen. As my late Mum and my Dad’s bedroom was the other end of the house away from the kitchen. It would have been a different story. As my Mum and Dad smelt nothing. So God had my Grandmother stay with us at the right time and sleep in the room next to kitchen. God had her wake to see if what she thought she smelt was burning. Was and it was. So I often thank God for her staying with and God for wakening her to check to if was a burning smell. My late Grandmother was right. I might not be here today nor my younger sister. So God is good all the time and all the time God is good. Like for you Becky Gof saved your Chicken none died. I say Amem for my Grandmother waking to check was it smoke she smelt. God for saving your Chickens. Love Dawn. Xx

  7. I wish I could keep this article. Your boys are so sweet and your husband is so dear. I stuff all of my feelings, gaslighting, betrayal, overwhelming anxiety and depersonalization.

  8. Becky, I have no words except to say thank you. All crises don’t look alike but with God all things are possible.
    I have been one of your precious chickens.
    Again thank you

  9. Becky,

    Bless you for sharing this hard yet heartwarming story. We are a blessed people. We have a God & His son who are well acquainted with trauma & sorrow. They stay near us when we need it most. When troubles come & they will I always look back & remind myself of God’s faithfulness. How he has walked me through some hard trials with geriatric psych. When we feel overwhelmed We need to turn our eyes & hearts toward Jesus. Talk to Him about it & let Him carry the load for us.

    Blessings 🙂

  10. I’m so so glad God’s Love keeps Pursuing Me, even when I can Block Him, to protect my Heart from further hurt, agony, trouble, or grief. I need Him so desperately, & He knows this. He doesn’t turn away, or leave me to handle my life’s troubles & tramas alone. He alone can bring me to the other side into Healing & Wholeness!

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