About four months ago, I started writing some of my prayers in a prayer journal. This has really helped me to be more "real" with the Lord. These written prayers, while respectful, have been more open and honest and less formal, more like talking to a close friend. At first its was a little scary… Continue reading We Must Be Real With God
Spend an hour in prayer every morning? Not likely! Whether you're a teacher like me, or a busy mom, things can get hectic once school starts! God showed me something about this that has given me peace and encouragement from Matthew 14. When Jesus heard about the beheading of John the Baptist, he wanted to… Continue reading When Will I Pray??
Anxiety is sneaky. It can disguise itself as something else. For me, anxiety was masquerading as indecision, ruffled nerves, anger, sadness, fear, negative thoughts, loneliness - yet a desire to be alone. How can we feel lonely and desire isolation at the same time? I felt like I couldn't put on my happy face and I… Continue reading Beating Anxiety
Hopelessness is the cruelest emotion. I felt hopeless once. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Hopelessness is like being in a dark hole. You don't know how to get out and you don't care. If you have ever experienced hopelessness, and you're still around to tell about it, you understand the inextricable need of all… Continue reading Hope or Hopeless?
Did you know that every star you see in the night sky is bigger and brighter than the Sun? The Sun is a dwarf star, but it's much closer to us than the stars we see at night. In fact, the bright star Deneb, which is prominent in the evening skies of Fall and Winter, is 19… Continue reading That’s Amazing!
I paced the floor clutching unpaid bills. Over and over, I thanked God for His promise, declaring out loud: "My God will meet all my needs according to His glorious riches in Christ Jesus."¹ Thirty years ago, we had three young children, and times were tough. Those were the days when I wouldn't dream… Continue reading How To Get Through Tough Times
Paul was languishing in a cold dungeon, chained like a common criminal, and he knew his death was near. "This ancient prison could have been called the “House of Darkness.” Few prisons were as dim, dank, and dirty as the lower chamber Paul occupied. Its “neglect, darkness, and stench” gave it “a hideous and terrifying appearance."¹… Continue reading Fan Into Flames the Gift of Writing
