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When I was an oblivious 16, more than a few moons ago, I met this soccer mama who had it painted on her canvas sneakers: Shoe #1: These 2 feet run…
I support and understand victim groups and classifications, as long as their goal is to eliminate the word “victim” and replace it with the word “victor.”
There is no controlling life’s storms, there is only learning to live with waves.
He asked how he was meant to love and serve the world given his new circumstances.
She said that as she dreamed of the future, she didn’t expect an easy or straight-forward journey to achievement, but she wouldn’t be deterred either.
In a moment of loneliness in a room full of strangers, God gave me a fresh glimpse of how He saw me: a beloved daughter among a room of His favorite children.
And in a moment, that bag of bitterness became an actual saving grace.
Adoration allows me to bring all of me—sighing, tears, frustrations, and anger—to Him and His Word and hope that I won’t walk away the same.
The question surfaces: “Why do I know God loves me in my head, but I don’t believe it in my heart?”
Choice is where it started, but prayer was the continual next step to be able to pull it off, especially when things were the hardest.
Living a life of generosity and selflessness, regardless of the state of the economy, allows the kingdom of God to define our response to the unknown.
Everyone has been betrayed. But betrayal doesn’t get to destroy your trust in everyone. Just because every betrayal begins with trust, doesn’t mean every betrayal has to end with cynicism.
Whatever our day holds, nothing in it can compare to a millisecond of His Presence, and we must die to ourselves to live in Him.
The moment you are ready to quit is usually the moment right before the miracle occurs.
No one has achieved or married or parented or exercised their way out of the thorns, and no one ever will.
