Too Blessed To Be Stressed. . .Inspiration for Every Day: 365 Devotions for Women

by Debora M. Coty

Overview

Ready to be rescued from the joy-sucking dully-funks?
The Too Blessed to be Stressed devotional offers up a daily dose of devotions (and humor) for a woman's heart.

Thousands of women have had the pleasure of reading the wit- and near-wisdom-filled books from beloved inspirational humorist, Debora M. Coty. Her best selling Too Blessed to be Stressed has become a perennial favorite.

Now, be ready to be rescued from the joy-sucking dully-funks...

In this all-new 365-day devotional featuring just-right-sized, truth-filled readings (gift-wrapped in humor) for your heart. The Too Blessed to be Stressed daily devotional touches on everyday life topics like relationships, love, boundaries, hope, brokenness, and praise, while helping you to arrive at healing, refreshment, and revitalization of spirit, body, and faith.  Read on, and be blessed!

 

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781683221548
Publisher:	Barbour Publishing, Incorporated
Publication date:	11/01/2016
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	384
Sales rank:	693,429
File size:	1 MB

About the Author

Debora M. Coty is a popular speaker, columnist, lifelong Bible student, and award-winning author of numerous books, including the bestselling Too Blessed to be Stressedseries. She’s also a piano teacher, retired occupational therapist, and tennis addict. Deb lives, loves, and laughs in central Florida with her husband of forty years, just down the road from her two grown children and four audacious grands. Visit with Deb online at www.DeboraCoty.com.






 

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Too Blessed to be Stressed ... Inspiration for Every Day

365 Devotions for Women

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By Debora M. Coty

Barbour Publishing, Inc.

Copyright © 2017 Debora M. Coty
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-68322-154-8

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CHAPTER 1

January 1

FRESH HOPE

"'Those who hope in me will not be disappointed.'"

Isaiah 49:23 NIV

I awoke before dawn on New Year's Day in a fog of gloom. I was bummed by recent family problems, pressing decisions, and the sudden death of a close friend right before Christmas.

After wading through depressing headlines and unfunny comics in the Sunday paper, I dressed and headed to church alone. Spouse was under the weather. Wouldn't you know, the day I needed company most ... zilch.

As I pulled out of my driveway and nosed the car around the first curve, I was immersed in light. Beautiful, sparkly, utterly amazing white light from a magnificent array of sunbeams. Maybe it was a unique combination of sheen and mist; perhaps the angle of the sun was different than usual, I don't know, but it was as brilliant as an elaborate Disney light show.

Okay, here you need to know that I'm a sunbeam connoisseur. Yep. Since I was a little girl, I've taken special joy in early-morning sunbeams — those translucent fingers of Papa God reaching down to earth to touch His creation with the first light of a brand-new day. Hope! That's what they make me feel ... hope.

Such promise! Such possibilities! Anything could happen.

On the first day of a fresh beginning, those hope-filled sunbeams cut through my mental fog and clutter to reach right in and caress my careworn heart. I was surrounded with luminescent, soul-stirring reminders that I'm not alone — that Papa God is right here with me.

He's with you, too, ya know, girlfriend. And He will continue to be throughout the upcoming year.

Hope Eternal,

Help me see You in the first light of a brand-new year. Such possibilities! Such promise! Anything could happen.

January 2

EVERYBODY NEEDS A PAPA

"... You received God's Spirit when he adopted you as his own children. Now we call him, 'Abba, Father.'"

Romans 8:15 NLT

It started in 2004 when I began writing my novel, The Distant Shore. The plot is based on the true story of a young girl sent away — for mysterious reasons that are gradually revealed — to live on Florida's remote, untamed Merritt Island in 1904.

Emma-Lee finds island life with crusty spinster Aunt Augusta bewildering and lonely until she's befriended by kindly Captain Stone, an Irish freighter captain.

Captain Stone is a godly man and introduces Emma-Lee to his beloved heavenly Father, whom Emma-Lee wholeheartedly embraces as "Papa God," the heavenly papa who will never abandon or forsake her like her earthly papa.

Papa God fills a hollow hole in her heart.

Along with Emma-Lee, I began referring to Him as Papa God and have done so ever since. Acknowledging that the Almighty views us through the lens of a faithful, unconditionally loving parent fulfills a deep need for belonging in each of us.

Abba is the intimate Aramaic form of Father used in the Bible numerous times, most notably by Jesus, referring to God the Father. Abba is translated into currentday Daddy or Papa. I love the term Papa God — it's warm, protective, and delightfully cuddly. What name could more richly express our close relationship with our heavenly Daddy?

I invite you to join me. I think you'll be surprised how quickly — and almost magically — the secret, deep longing in your heart for nonjudgmental, all-accepting, all-forgiving love will be fulfilled.

After all, He's your Papa, too.

Papa God,

Thank You for adopting me into Your family as Your adored, cherished daughter. You truly are my Papa.

January 3

PURSE POLITICS

"Prepare your minds for action."

1 Peter 1:13 NASB

Have you ever noticed that purse loyalties divide womandom like politics divide our nation? Such devotion toward swatches of leather and fabric!

Okay, you've got your two basic purse parties: bullmastiff (massive and intimidating) and Maltese (petite and adorable), with various trendy independent parties toting contraptions like moving vans with straps, Tic Tac–sized micro-clutches, and glorified horse feed bags.

My kids roll their eyes while claiming that my tendencies run toward the latter, but I never hear them complain when I happen to have the very item they need at the moment, be it dental floss, a blow dryer, or half a chocolate éclair. (You must be prepared; never know when you might become stranded on a deserted island.)

Of course, there are sporadic bipartisan crossover occasions like beach trips or formal dinners when party lines blur, but in general, each purse party feels absolutely certain that its platform is superior and will fight to the death to defend it.

According to my hilarious friend, author of Purse-uit of Holiness, Rhonda Rhea, "pursuing holiness is kind of like finding the perfect purse. You know it's out there — somewhere — if you could only find it."

If you could only find it.

It's my prayer that this little devotional will help you do just that. Pursue, discover, and embrace a deeper relationship with Papa God, the Master Designer. Trust me, regardless of your purse party, there's NO better designer label to wear proudly!

Designer of Me,

I want more of You as much as I want that Prada bag. No, more. Help me be diligent in my purse-uit.

January 4

KILLJOY

"Be anxious for nothing ... let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, shall guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."

Philippians 4:6–7 NASB

I love this Bible chapter; not only does it contain my favorite decom-stress verse (above), it teaches us how to deal with everyday stressors that steal our joy.

Grab your Bible as we look at four killjoys in the fourth chapter of Philippians:

• Killjoy #1: Conflict (verse 2)

The apostle Paul sends a message to two women who can't get along. Know any of those? Women in Philippi were quite liberated and were allowed to take part in government and politics. But conflict divides and conquers; Paul cautioned them to make amends, not allow conflict to rob their joy.

• Killjoy #2: Anxiety (verse 6)

We sometimes feel overwhelmed by daily fears and anxieties, but hey, we can be whelmed without being overwhelmed. Will we choose to serve our crazy, runaway feelings or the all-powerful One who helps us manage them?

• Killjoy #3: Stinkin' thinkin' (verses 8–9)

Fear is like static blocking our inner faith voices. All we can pick up are those destructive, toxic voices that cast doubt on truth. Paul gives us a marvelous list here that enables us to change channels and focus on positives instead of negatives.

• Killjoy #4: Fretting (verse 10)

Fretting is our feeble effort to maintain control.

F: False sense of

R: Responsibility for

E: Every little

T: Thing

But guess what? We've never actually been in control. Papa God is.

Emmanuel (God with Us),

Make me more aware of the Killjoys I allow to sabotage my abundant life in You.

January 5

PERFECTING MY STINKY FACE

"Encourage one another."

1 Thessalonians 5:11 NIV

My three-year-old grandbuddy, Blaine, watching me apply makeup: "What's that stuff do, Mimi?"

"Blush makes me look less dead ... er, I mean it gives me more color."

"Oh. Why do ya wanna be pink?"

"I don't want to be pink. I just don't want to look like a walking marshmallow."

He contemplates this deep concept.

"What'cha doing now, Mimi?"

"Spraying perfume to make me smell pretty. See — [holding out wrist for olfactory inspection] — what do you think?"

[Making stinky face] "Ugghh. You smell like my Pull-Ups."

Swell.

I, too, have been perfecting my stinky face. Not intentionally. But sometimes when I pass a mirror, I'm floored at my gnarly expression. The thing is, I'm not angry ... or sad ... or even displeased. I'm just preoccupied. So preoccupied that I'm not aware of what my face is doing, and apparently when ignored, my facial muscles default to my mother's scowl.

I thought Mama was always mad at me. One time, I asked what I'd done, and she seemed surprised and said, "Why, nothing. I'm not upset; I'm focused on what I'm doing. Just ignore my face."

Well, of course that's impossible. The face is the window into the mind. Reading expressions is our feedback mechanism to know what's going on inside others.

So does my countenance bless or intimidate people? Does Jesus-joy shine through my eyes and encourage through my smile?

Hmm. Maybe I should tell my stinky face the good news in my heart more often. And ditch the Eau de Pull-Ups.

Sweet Lord,

Make me more aware of the You I portray. I offer my countenance to You today as an instrument of praise.

January 6

CRASH DUMMIES

"'I have had a great struggle with my sister, and I have won.'"

Genesis 30:8 NIV

Siblings are the reluctant instructors in our life classrooms. They're our crash dummies, our failed experiments, the unfortunate people we practice on to learn how not to treat others.

They unwittingly teach us civility by suffering the consequences of our mistakes as we forge the virtues of kindness, fairness, and helping one another. They're our first and last teammates, the ones we're forced to depend on. The ones who bring us secret joy when they actually come through.

Of course, we're their crash dummies, too.

Yet despite trampled feelings, bruises, and occasional concussions, what would we do without them? They're as much a part of our DNA as our crooked noses. We love them, admire them, and are irritated senseless by them all at the same time.

We share memories no one else in the world fathoms; they understand where we're coming from even better than our spouses. Siblings are passengers in our lifeboat, and it would be suicidal to try to blow them out of the water.

So we might as well accept them as heaven-sent companions for this voyage of life and try to paddle in sync.

In the movie, In Her Shoes, Rose Feller (played by Toni Collette) voiced every sister's sentiments when she was trying to explain the unexplainable bond she shared with her incorrigible sister, Maggie (Cameron Diaz): "Without her ... I don't make sense."

No, without our siblings, we just don't make sense.

And strangely enough — despite the lumps, bumps, and hard knocks — we don't want to go it alone.

Prince of Peace,

Motivate me to tell my crash dummies (siblings) that I love them before it's too late.

January 7

AGING GRATEFULLY

"I will still be the same when you are old and gray, and I will take care of you."

Isaiah 46:4 CEV

As we cross that invisible half-century line, things begin to change.

Varicose veins pop and sizzle like tiny zags of electricity.

Harry Potter's got nothing on me — he may have a lightning bolt on his forehead but I have fifty on my left leg alone.

After decades of decorating ourselves with heavy earrings, those previously plump, robust earlobes droop to our Birkenstocks. Ever notice how in young folks, the piercing hole is a tiny dot? As we age, that dot elongates into a long wobbly slash.

I tell people Captain Jack Sparrow ran his sword through my piercing hole in a fit of passion. Right.

And our earlobes aren't the only things wobbling.

Cleavage suddenly quits cleaving and you find the best reason to wear low-cut blouses is to funnel crumbs down to collect in your belly button for a late-night snack.

My PAH theory — Physiological Aging Hypothesis — states that as a woman's age creeps northward, her body parts travel south, and hips expand to new horizons east to west. We hot mamas are all over the map!

But shouldn't maturity be the most productive season of life? After many years of trial and error, we finally get a grip on our unique sets of gifts and abilities and we can gratefully determine how best to use them for Papa God's glory.

Eyesight might be on the fritz, but insight is keener than ever. We've learned to take our eyes off the mirror and focus on things more important.

Lord of My Later Years,

I refuse to die before my actual death. I'm grateful to be here. Use me to Your glory.

January 8

THE REVEALING

"'He reveals deep and hidden things; he knows what lies in darkness.'"

Daniel 2:22 NIV

Betty enjoyed being surprised when she gave birth back in the seventies ... first she had one boy. Then another. Then a third. All unexpected marvels.

But she did not enjoy the surprise four decades later when her husband, Arthur, gave birth ... sort of ... to a turn signal lever from a 1963 Thunderbird.

The seven-inch metal lever had apparently impaled Arthur's arm in a horrific car accident. His life-threatening injuries took precedence over a little arm discomfort, so the imbedded metal wasn't discovered. Over time, a protective pocket grew around the lever and Arthur went about his normal life, unaware of his strange bedfellow.

Then one day Arthur's courthouse visit mysteriously set off the metal detector. X-rays revealed a slender object, a little longer than a pencil, stuck in his arm. (Hey, if it'd been inflamed, do you think they'd have called it Arthur-itis? Tee-hee!)

There are times when we're all surprised at things stuck inside of us. Maybe not rusty T-Bird pieces, but other things. Ugly things like envy (I wish my job paid as well as hers), jealousy (my sister's skinny little be-hunkus is SO not fair!), or resentment (I will never forget what my husband said to me ten years ago).

We can just go on day after day, unaware of the ugliness festering deep inside, infecting our hearts. Or we can ask Papa God to X-ray our souls and reveal the foreign objects that need removing. The choice is ours.

Great Physician,

Search me and reveal buried ugliness that needs to be excised. I'm sick of being sick. I'm itching to be healthy.

January 9

DIS EQUALITY

"Keep your mouth shut, and you will stay out of trouble."

Proverbs 21:23 NLT

The masculine sex has finally found their answer to the female's cover-all-sins catchphrase "Bless her heart."

It's always amused me how women — especially Southern gals — can say anything about someone, no matter how catty, scathing, or gossipy, as long as they end it with "Bless his/her heart." That little disclaimer supposedly makes everything palatable.

The vocabulary equivalent of ketchup.

Males have now gained dis equality. They've taken up a slang phrase that enables them to disagree, disparage, and disrespect without apology. And it's not only socially acceptable, it's considered hip. Ultra-cool. Tooled. Just sayin' ...

In case, like me, you're not completely hip, ultra-cool, or tooled, I'm not just saying nothing here; that's the phrase: "Just sayin' ..."

Oh, women use it, too, but I've noticed the hairy gender has really latched on. Now they can shred, tear, and rip apart other people with a smile on their faces just like us girls.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Just sayin' ..."

"You can't believe anything he says. Just sayin' ..."

"You're not really going out with her? Just sayin' ..."

It might behoove us all to remember a well-known scripture about now: "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." No, wait. That's the gospel according to my mother.

Actually it's today's verse, Proverbs 21:23. Now there's sage advice. Plain. Wise. Always hip. Just sayin' ...

God Who Cannot Be Deceived,

Let me not deceive myself with weasel words. Please forgive my critical spirit and make me cognizant of what I'm really sayin' about other people today.

January 10

JOURNEY TO DAWN

"My hope is in you all day long."

Psalm 25:5 NIV

My internal rooster woke me as usual at five for my predawn prayer walk. Blinking in sleepy confusion at my surroundings, I remembered that I had bivouacked at a writer's retreat for a little physical and spiritual renewal.

After my first lap around the large campground, the sky began gathering momentum in preparation for sunrise. It was still dark, but hints of light appeared. One lone mockingbird braved a medley in the crisp air.

On my second lap, more light appeared over the lake, accompanied by streaks of pink and tinges of silver. A cooing pigeon joined the mockingbird.

By my third lap, layers of multihued crimson emblazoned the horizon. More color, more promise. Tag-playing squirrels scurried up a tree. The world was awakening to a new day.

(Continues...)

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Editorial Reviews

A devotion from Deb Coty for every day of the year? Yes, please! Deb’s truly unique gift of speaking to us with equal mixes of laughter and truth is sweet medicine for the body of Christ, and now it comes in premeasured doses? Excellent. I plan to apply Too Blessed to be Stressed liberally and often.”
—Shellie Rushing Tomlinson, humorist, radio host, author of Heart Wide Open

“Too Blessed to be Stressed. . .Inspiration for Every Day is like just the right touch of soul caffeine—perfect for my morning. I love that it’s compact and clever. Witty and heartwarming, yes, but best of all, the wisdom tucked inside is biblical, and each devotion directs my focus to the God who wants my day. Yep, every morning. . .gotta have me some!”
—Rhonda Rhea, humor columnist, TV host, author of Espresso Your Faith and Join the Insanity

“Focusing on Papa God’s never-ending love for us is a great way to start a day or end one before turning out the light, or anytime a reminder of His goodness will put the wind back in our sails! Deb Coty’s newest addition to her Too Blessed to be Stressed collection helps us laugh (often at ourselves), reflect, and walk in the bounty of blessings in our everyday lives. This book would make a great addition to your personal collection and a delightful gift as well.”
—Deb DeArmond, speaker and author of Don’t Go to Bed Angry: Stay Up and Fight and other books on family relationships

“These daily gems will lighten, de-clutter, and de-stress your day. We all need a friend like Debora to show us just how blessed we really are.”
—Cheri Cowell, speaker and author of 365 Devotions for Peace

“Passionate, practical, and powerful all rolled into one. Filled with daily encouragement, Debora goes right to the heart of the matter with nuggets of genuine inspiration and tender reassurance of our Father’s love. You don’t want to miss this devotional—it’s a must-have for today’s chaotic world!”
—Laura Petherbridge, speaker and author of When “I Do” Becomes “I Don’t” and The Smart Stepmom

“You’ll be blessed by a daily dose of Deb and her divinely inspired words. Each day’s entry includes beautiful scripture and an anecdotal scenario, ending with a prayer to our Lord. You’ll laugh and learn from each devo. Grab more copies for your friends! They’ll love you forever!”
—Elizabeth Hoagland, blogger of Worship with Words

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