What if on your front porch someone left a deadly, poisonous, ravenous, wicked, rabid, crazed, flesh-eating monster? Now mind you, the monster does tend to sweet talk and try to convince you that you should just take it in and everything will work out just fine. Unfortunately, we’ve all invited … Continue reading →
I‘ve had my wimpy, whiny, and weak moments. I pictured removing my outer, saggy, skin layer and dragging my woeful little body down the hall. Goodness I miss the days I could lift more weight than several of the body builders in our gym. I was woman, hear me roar. … Continue reading →
Have you ever felt far from God? Far away and yet couldn’t find the reasons for any distance? I have. I’ve repented of any and everything I could think of to repent, I’ve begged, pleaded, cried, whimpered, and whined, and still felt far from God. Then I realized since I’m … Continue reading →
Anxious and worried? Quotes and verses for you –> “Both in the secular environment and in church work, we are anxious about things that are better left in God’s hands. Worry always nips at the heels of faith and tries to drag it down.” ~ Jim Cymbala “Do not be … Continue reading →
God wants more for you. God has much more planned—more now in our lives and in the lives of others—more here and more in heaven. God is a God of pressed down, shaken, free-flowing, abundant living. God wants the best for you, to bring the best out of you, to … Continue reading →
I’ll admit there are some things I really wish would happen, some things I have waited and wanted for years. I’m patient at times, not so much on some days, because some days are hard and so very long and the wait is really long, really, really, really long… and … 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.
