Does one day define you? One thing, one person, one circumstance, one trial, one action, one tragedy, … one day? One day, or many days, can change the direction, the focus, can change everything. However, I have good news — trials that railroaded into our lives are switched on the … Continue reading →
Looking for a way to cope, tears flowed as I banged my fists against the wall. The devil had again attacked my family and left pieces of my heart scattered on the ground. You too have been wounded. Satan tries to destroy, leaving behind scars and nightmarish memories. I’m so … Continue reading →
Remember to pray, remember to bring your children, your loved ones, your friends, the lost, bring them all to Jesus in prayer. Regardless of what the crowd says, what others say, bring them to Jesus. For the prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective. Bring your children … Continue reading →
What if you knew the worst thing, the very worst thing in your life, would lead to something amazing for you and for others? The worst thing can be the best thing. Like Joseph told his brothers in Genesis 50:20 “you intended to harm me, but God intended it for … Continue reading →
What was done to me in my past by others — the sins they committed against me, the wrong done by them against me… What was done by me — the sins I committed, the wrong turns I made… What was done is replaced by what was done on the … Continue reading →
At one time, the yard with our new home had been loved. Plantings of Crepe Myrtle, flowers, and decorative shrubbery are evidence of the care the lawn had once received. However, with the passing of time, undergrowth took over, trees grew wild, briers, poison ivy, and poison oak grew unabated, … Continue reading →
I’m pondering how often we refuse to move forward. We get rutted and trapped in the past, clinging to the thing that destroyed the life we wanted or imagined.
There is a time to mourn and weep, but we’ve turned it into a lifestyle, and “poor me” has become an idol. Self is exalted over God. We aren’t hearing His voice nor hearing His call because we are too busy listening to our own complaints and whines. I’ve been there, done that–sat and stewed and mourned. And the longer I stewed in my stew, the stinkier my stew (and me) became. Ugh.