God has been working (in me and with me) to help me understand some of His truths. Satan can’t rob a Christian of their salvation, but the enemy wants us to be hopeless, defeated, and ineffective in God’s kingdom. God gives us freedom, and with God’s help we can take … Continue reading →
Happy New Year, my friends!! New Year is about new beginnings.Regardless of what last year was like, we are given new opportunities, new experiences, and new everything! God’s mercies are new every morning. God makes all things new. God. Makes. All. Things. New. Isn’t that awesome! The same God who creates unique snowflakes, recreates us with His loving, grace-filled touch.
Continue reading →The Old Idaho State Penitentiary first opened its doors in 1870 and continued to operate until 1973. During the years of operation housed 13,000 convicts, one of which was Harry Orchard. Orchard began his sentence in 1908 after being convicted of the assassination of a former governor of Idaho. Years … Continue reading →
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 →
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 →
You, the one with the hurting heart, who doesn’t want to move forward, who doesn’t want to risk loving again. Oh friend, it’s worth the risk, the hurt, the pain. Though you feel like the walking dead, it’s worth keeping your zombie heart beating. Jesus is for you, loves you, … 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.
