Yearly Archives: 2017
At Christmas I feel an ache that I can hardly put into words. My heart is longing to experience, and not just know intellectually, the truth of God with us.
Depression almost withers joy. Those who suffer with it often endure silently, feeling shame and condemnation. Given that, how should Christians approach it?
Why should we care about gratitude? Does it even make a difference if we are grateful or not? What should we do if we find nothing to be grateful for?
As I consider what I am thankful for, adversity is not on the list. But looking at the life of Solomon, adversity may have been the one blessing he needed…
One of Satan’s lies is: “You are missing out. Your life could be better.” Satan told Eve that lie in the garden & he has been whispering it to us since then
When each day feels like an insurmountable struggle, and the present is all-consuming, it’s hard to imagine anything good can come out of my story.
While I know God will provide all I need, sometimes I slip into doubt & fear. How can I be sure when the present looks bleak and the future seems uncertain?
Whenever I get angry, everyone else does too. But when I respond graciously, things get better. When will I learn that anger is contagious but so is grace?
After losing our precious baby Paul, God tenderly cared for me. He taught me what it meant to be loved and held by him when my world was falling apart.
Sometimes my faith shakes when my dreams are shattered. Since I cannot sense God’s presence, I wonder where he is. I feel alone & afraid as my faith wavers.
I used to feel my children were walking billboards, advertising my worth as a parent & person. But then I learned that God was using parenting to perfect me
After 50 years of quadriplegia, Joni Eareckson Tada is even more aware of God’s grace. I am in awe, not of Joni, but of the amazing God she joyfully serves.
Why doesn’t God fix my problem when I’m begging him? I have asked that question numerous times as I’ve felt abandoned by God after begging for his help.
In this crazy world of loss and brokenness, what can I count on? Is there anything I can trust will always be there? Is anything unchangeable?
Why do I care about numbers? Is my worth determined by “favorites,” “followers” and “friends”? Or does my worth come from God alone?