Does one day define you? One thing, one person, one circumstance, one action, one trial, one tragedy, … one day? One day, or many days, can change the direction or focus, can change everything. However, I have good news — trials that railroaded into our lives are switched on the … Continue reading →
When my husband and I were dating, people ran the other way when they saw me coming. They were sick of hearing how wonderful I thought he was — how cute, smart, funny, handsome, etc. I could not wait to see, talk to, and spend time with him. Why? I was in love. Not in love, but IN LOVE! The kind where you walk a few feet off the ground, the birds sing special songs, sunsets are brighter, and all is right with the world. I could have read books such as Twenty-One helpful tips on dating a Buffaloe, …
Continue reading →The image is burned in my mind. A man and his wife sit in the dirt in a refugee camp. When the rebels came, the family with their six children left with nothing but the clothes on their back. Nothing. No possessions. No home. Nothing. The one thing the man … Continue reading →
I’ve had atheists mad at me, furious, that I would dare talk about hell. How dare you! One called it “tragic” that anyone would tell people hell exists, that there’s nothing loving about talking about hell. But I must! Since I believe in the Bible and the words that Jesus … 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’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.
