by Kathy Brasby | Aug 27, 2025 | Listening
I am not the roar of thunder, but I control it. Churning rain clouds, jagged lightning, and angry winds obey me.
Those powerful forces strike fear in your heart, but the tornado bows to my instruction and earthquakes become still at my voice.
My authority is greater than your understanding.
Does this comfort you? Or strike fear in your heart? How do you respond?
I am Warrior God who fights for my own.
I can destroy this world, but I always love it instead. I choose to be true to myself, to be good and loving and merciful.
I rule with love. And with power.
Rest in both.
For I am about to do something new.
See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?
I will make a pathway through the wilderness.
I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.
The wild animals in the fields will thank me,
the jackals and owls, too,
for giving them water in the desert.
Yes, I will make rivers in the dry wasteland
so my chosen people can be refreshed.
Isaiah 43:19-20
Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. All rights reserved.
For other grief resources, see the Grief Resource page on my website. Also, I have written a book, Cutting Through Despair: Dare to Hope, which explores stories of people overcoming hardships as they trust God.
by Kathy Brasby | Aug 20, 2025 | Listening
My love is like honey that flows onto your head, over your hair, and down your face and shoulders.
Taste and see that it is sweet and satisfying. Allow it to comfort and heal your wounded heart.
I will soothe your losses, your questioning, your pain. Give me your wounds and your emptiness. Let me fill you with the sweetness of my love.
My love will comfort you, and my words will heal. Open your heart and let the sweetness of my love flow in. I am with you now and always.
You will never walk alone.
My love heals.
See how very much our Father loves us, for he calls us his children, and that is what we are! But the people who belong to this world don’t recognize that we are God’s children because they don’t know him.
1 John 3:1
by Kathy Brasby | Aug 12, 2025 | Listening
Notice the rock face looming ahead, with jagged boulders jutting out.
Each of these stone steps looks too high to get onto, and the summit looks impossible to reach.
Stop for a moment.
When you focus on aching muscles or sadness, you miss my message. Don’t let the path ahead overwhelm you. I am already using my people to help you on this journey.
Set aside your own desires and listen: others are praying for you.
Others are praying for you.
I hear their appeals, and I embrace their love. You can, too.
Feel the warm caress of my love and their love. Let this day be one of sweet music of intercession.
Rest in the pillow of prayerful love and concern.
You will climb soon. I’m sending help.
Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord will personally go ahead of you. He will be with you; he will neither fail you nor abandon you.
Deuteronomy 31:8
by Kathy Brasby | Aug 11, 2025 | Humor, Personal, Stories, Travel
When it comes to planning, I don’t do much.
I often travel with my sister, who is as into to-do lists as I am. She called me the day before we left on a trip last month. “Are you packed?”
“As much as you are.”
Which was code for, “I haven’t even done my laundry yet.”
We had decided to visit family in Wyoming.
I actually booked a motel room for us ten days ahead of time at the Arrowhead Motel. I had several emails confirming the reservation. All from the Arrowhead Motel.
I was ready to order the “New Great Planner” award for myself as we started out for Sundance.
As we neared the town, my sister (who was driving) asked for directions to the motel. So I just punched “Arrowhead motel, Sundance” into my maps app.
Um, no Arrowhead Motel in Sundance.
I didn’t panic. I had at least five emails from Arrowhead Motel, so it must exist.
But did I dig into those emails? No, because I had a better plan. (As the New Great Planner).
Our brother had told me he and his wife were staying at the Bear Lodge Motel, which was right beside our motel. So I just needed to search for Bear Lodge Motel. That’d be faster than rummaging through all those emails.
I typed in Bear Lodge Motel, and the map found it. “Take a right at the stop sign,” I told my sister. “We need to go about a mile.”
Sure enough, a mile east we spotted a big bear sign on the corner with a sign Bearlodge right by a building about the size of a three-car garage.
Sundance was a small town, but really? That was a pretty small motel.
“That’s the Bearlodge Ranger District,” my sister said. Not nicely, either.
Whoosh. My planning award flew right out the window.
I hadn’t looked up the population yet (that’s more planning than I’d do) but learned it was a town of 1,143, small enough to accommodate driving up and down every street.
“Every street, huh?” My sister didn’t say that nicely, either.
I had a smart retort loaded into my response tray, but then I spotted a sign. Bear Lodge Motel. And right behind it was a building.
The size of a car wash. In fact, it was a car wash.
The Bear Lodge Car Wash?
A block later, we spotted a big sign for Bear Lodge Motel and a little sign beside it for Arrowhead Motel.
What did I learn? That Wyoming small towns seem to like names like “Bear Lodge” and “Arrowhead.”
Did I learn to plan better next time?
Of course not.
by Kathy Brasby | Aug 6, 2025 | Listening
A yellow flower stands in a rolling green meadow, a picture of hope. Smell the delicate sweetness of the blossoms. Stroke the silk petals.
Listen. Can you hear the breeze rippling over the tall grass? A bee buzzes nearby.
Life continues.
It’s easy to forget that truth when massive loss buffets you.
You want to curl up in a tight ball on the cold, hard ground and squeeze your eyes shut to blot out the pain.
I hear your stabbing cries, and I don’t ignore your pain because I know loss.
But there is life beyond loss.
The color of life is my gift to you, my child. Smell the air tinged with coming rain. Press a leaf to your cheek and feel its freshness. Count the colors of the dawn.
Rest in my creation. Let my strength revive you and allow my healing power to flow into you.
I know your pain, my child.
Rest in my graceful presence and be restored.
For I am about to do something new.
See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?
I will make a pathway through the wilderness.
I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.
The wild animals in the fields will thank me,
the jackals and owls, too,
for giving them water in the desert.
Yes, I will make rivers in the dry wasteland
so my chosen people can be refreshed.
Isaiah 43:19-20
My book, Cutting Through Despair: Dare to Hope, expands the idea of trusting God in hardships.
