When We’re Trying to See a Way Through
Sometimes worry creeps into our prayers. Things seem a bit quiet on God’s end, and we start to wonder, “Does God actually hear me?” And our kids wonder the same.
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Sometimes worry creeps into our prayers. Things seem a bit quiet on God’s end, and we start to wonder, “Does God actually hear me?” And our kids wonder the same.
At the cross, Jesus took upon Himself every shameful and embarrassing thing we’ve ever done.
Prayer was something that I did in obedience, but not in joy.
For a multitude of reasons that I may never understand, God used the brokenness of my physical ears to compel me to place the ears of my soul against His heart, desperate to truly hear from Him.
I am learning to trust; however I may feel on any given day, that this daily habit of faith is rooting me deep.
Thankfully, Jesus is not bound by our broken ways of doing life and He offers a holy invitation freely extended to us whether we’re striving or hiding.
There’s a simpler way of seeing the world. Kids have it. Most grown-ups don’t.
I know that all my problems come with a purpose. A mission. I know that what I’m doing now isn’t just for me. It’s for God.
Are you tired of looking down? I’m wondering if all our looking down is causing us to feel down too.
I think that’s how you and I change—not by trying harder to become something better but by being blessed with a vision of who we are designed to be.
This kind of prayer meant I had to turn over my problems to God. It was the only way to make a difference in my difficulties.
We are looking for simplicity, something to fill that spot that has been left by growing up or growing out or moving on.
Today’s world is full of the same injustice, depravity, conflict, suffering, and hopelessness as the world was in 1815. And yet, the gospel is still just as powerful to transfigure the lives of sinners.
I push myself to work hard and do good rather than enjoying the Spirit of Jesus and relying on His power.
I felt betrayed by the One who was supposed to love me most. Pierced by the One who was supposed to protect my heart.