Keeping it Personal with Erika

About Erika Dawson

Erika is passionate about the Word of God and prayer. Her heart is for encouraging women in their faith and journeying together to help others know God’s grace and PEACE through the joys and trials of life. She is a devoted wife and the mother of two precious children and loves laughing and learning right along with her family. In addition to being a homemaker, wife, mother, and writer, Erika also directs the Christian Education ministry at her local church. If she ever found a moment of free time, you’d find that Erika loves good books, good conversation, board games, and getting outdoors!
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The Power of Words

Often times the words slip out, before we can catch them … and once they’re out, the scrambling begins — desperate to scoop up the words and bury them deep, to rewind the moment and press mute on our mouths.

But with words, there are no take-backs. Once they’re out, they’re out…

…and their power is strong.

It was those types of words that fell off my tongue that morning … those slip through my lips, desperate to take-back words … no, not words of anger or impatience, not this time. This time, it was honest words, naked words. Carried on the tide of a broken heart words. That morning, they were surrendered words.

They slipped out, those words, trickled from my tongue, and I saw the hurt crease his forhead and the worry cross his eyes.

Riding the breath of a heart worn weary, the whispered, fearful words pierced the air…

…I think I’m depressed.

…and as quickly as they slipped out, all of the other words tumbled after:

I don’t mean depressed. You know, not depression, I’m just really struggling. And some days it’s just so overwhelming and it’s hard. It’s so so hard, and I’m weary; I’m tired. I’m just really, really struggling.

And as fast as the words cascaded from my heart, the reality, the truth struck me and my words finally took on clarity: It’s really spiritual warfare. For me, right now, in these trials, it has been one battle after another, and I know that Christ has already secured the victory, but I am just. so. weary. of fighting these battles.

And as I released those words, my circumstances and my situation didn’t change, but my heart did. As I admitted those buried deep, heart words to my husband and to my Heavenly Father, I felt freedom.

My secret was no longer buried in darkness; it was revealed to the Light. And that…

…is when the healing begins.

“Therefore, confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed.  The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.”  James 5:16

Do you have any ‘buried deep, heart words’ that you’ve been afraid to say? It might be a confession, but it could also be a fear or even a hope or a dream. Find a safe person and share your heart. So often there is freedom when we just get it out. Praying for you today, Friend.

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When Anxiety Rises

I felt the anxiety rise within me: the dishes, the laundry, the obligations, the whimpers, the needs…

…overwhelming and crushing and extinguishing.

I forgot. Forgot to give thanks. Forgot to serve and love and give thanks in all circumstances. Forgot to choose joy and walk in victory.

Somewhere from far away, I heard the words tumble out of my mouth, restive and curt.

Mommy has no more patience left, Little Girl. None. Mommy is completely out of patience, so you need to just sit down and wait. Please obey.

As quickly as the words poured out, conviction gripped me.

I tried to ignore it, justifying my attitude and attempting to move on…

…pretending.

“But overwhelming my mind and heart was the very clear voice of the Holy Spirit reminding me that His fruit is patience.”  Galatians 5:22

How often I have declared my lack of patience: a warning to those around me and a plea to act appropriately!

… and yet, the reality is that in my own strength, those words are precisely true — I do not have patience enough.

But I am not called to live in my own strength. I am called to abide, to rest, to see to it that no one misses the grace of God.

As quickly as the words tumbled out, her eyes fell, the hurt great, and His voice spoke.  In that moment…

…He spoke to me.

There in my kitchen, wiping food from the floor, He spoke. Full in the moment, coming with Truth … and grace.

And I broke, laying down my yoke, and picking up His. Claiming His power and His promise. I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.

Oh, Little Girl, Mommy is so sorry. I wasn’t patient, and I was short-tempered with you, and that was wrong of Mommy. I am so sorry, Little One. Will you forgive me?

Our evening was changed. My heart was changed. And even my girl was changed.

Friend, is there a specific area of your life or situation where you need to yield control to God, abide in Him, and walk by His Spirit?

How can I pray for you today?

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His Plan A

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Who Holds Us

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