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December 12, 2017
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Pain’s always a fuel — that drives you to escape, or drives you to grow.
God’s Word is the only thing that never falls apart — and holds us when we are falling apart.
Sometimes it’s hard to look love square in the eye and accept the acceptance. Is this why we turn from God?
And the beauty of Christianity is that what dies — will rise.
When you teach a kid how to work hard, you teach him how to work through whatever’s hard.
We need to break the ladders and go lower…that means destroying platforms and living hidden lives that have dirt underneath our fingernails, as opposed to everyone striving to get behind a microphone.
Sometimes the only way you hear if God’s knocking is if you are standing right by the door — ready to go.
There is only time for work and time for love —- and that is usually one in the same thing.
Faith is this unwavering trust in the heart of God in the hurt of here.
When a family works shoulder to shoulder through something, they find they can take on just about anything.
God isn’t asking us to earn His love. He’s simply asking us to turn towards His love.
You see, over the years I’ve learned that people often ridicule what they don’t understand.
When I was an oblivious 16, I met this soccer mama who had it painted on her Keds: Shoe #1: These 2 feet run Shoe #2: After my 3 sons….
We’re laughing like these crazy loons out in the middle of a field of corn. The Farmer’s got hold of that combine seat like he’s on this one-time shot at…
So there this Farmer. Yeah, he could have been an electrician, a mechanic, a vet — and a story like this could have easily been about a salesman, a mother,…
Let’s talk — I’d love for us to get to know each other…
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