If These Walls Could Talk
The family stood in a huddle outside the room, holding each other.
The family stood in a huddle outside the room, holding each other.
God holds me always, through my grief, and through my happy memories.
God knows what I’ve been through, the traumas I’ve faced, and what has shaped me to make the choices I make.
The light of Jesus shines to future generations through the preparation we make as parents.
Our bodies are a temple for the Holy Spirit, and as such, when we consecrate that space for Him, He is faithful to meet us there.
Pain comes, but joy is the River of the Holy Spirit that runs through the heart of every believer.
We get mad at a delayed schedule, but we ignore someone in need.
Now, more than ever, we must fight the real enemy, and we must unite in this common goal.
I don’t keep a tally of who does more in the relationship. That would take my eyes off the gift of doing for him.
Small tokens of selfless affection over time build a large love between two people.
Five words, out of the blue, caused me to pause before placing the card in my basket, and that began a conviction in my heart.
When I read, re-read, meditated, and prayed over the words of Jesus, I felt totally at home.
I’ve discovered over the past few years that following the Lord isn’t as hard as I assumed.
I didn’t have to perform, fit into a box, or do anything other than just believe that love was there for me.
You waited for me. You never gave up.
As a Christian, you have been instructed by God on how to react when situations are unfair or when someone mistreats you.
Our bodies need rest. They need stillness, a time-out, rare moments of nothing.
Evil is all around us. Victims are sometimes right in our path. We’re just too busy, too distracted, or too self-involved to see it.
We are in a season of harvesting, but many of the “workers” are trying too hard to separate the wheat from the chaff.
I told a friend earlier that my goal was to travel into the new year with as little weight as possible.
No, I’m not talking about a diet resolution. I’m talking about the weight of this world that we often carry.
I don’t always know what is right, and I don’t always know what is wrong, but I do know I serve a God who knows all things.
Religion will make you say grace before a meal, but relationship will have you give away your last bit of food.
You cannot hold firm to one topic of this world and let that be your guiding force.
Thankfully we have a Heavenly Father who calls us by name. He beckons us to His lap, to weep as long as we need.
“Help me, God,” I had cried, and calling for His assistance came as naturally as if I had been doing it all along.
I sometimes feel like I fall short in raising her, but I also cannot imagine a better blessing in life.
The key to being part of the Christian clique was to say the right things.
God places us in situations so He can make us more like His Son.
And do you see what he says to the second son? “All you have is mine.”
It’s easier not to worry about the worst-case scenario when the child belongs to someone else, but when they’re your child, it changes everything.
We must take the role of servant and see to the hurting people around us, forgetting our own pain, and only seeing that of others.
I wanted God’s heart for me personally on this issue, and I prayed to Him for what I should say.
That being said, I found myself this morning wondering too much about what is true, and what is not.
My knight in shining pj’s, smirking like Steve Erwin on the trail of a crikey rattler.
Today as I talked to the Lord about what was rumbling around in my head lately, I felt the leading to read Ecclesiastes.
We’re in a time of our lives where we can bring church home. We can bring it into our hearts!
If you stood in my shoes you would hold a patient’s hand with your own gloved one, attempting to offer comfort, wiping away a stray tear, patting their arm compassionately.
You see, God isn’t hard to find. It’s just hard for us to do the locating. We’re too distracted by the world to realize that He is here with us all along.
If I were to offer any advice during this time of social distancing it would be this. Use this time to read the Bible. Y’all! There’s a wealth of truth and wisdom from the Lord inside those pages. Let them be a healing balm to your worried soul. Let them guide your decisions so that fear doesn’t lead you, but His peace sustains you.
Such love. That was what brought me to tears. Such peace at having my Heavenly Father direct my steps. That’s what had caused my emotional outpouring.
Stop spreading rumors, and stop believing them. Don’t put your faith in your news channel of choice, and instead listen to healthcare professionals who have been warning you about the flu for decades.
I think we forget the emotional stress and physical strain nurses go through on any given shift. It’s easy to forget the weighty stress of keeping someone alive.
I often questioned if her particular character traits were God-instilled, or if perhaps (and maybe that’s the deep, dark part of all moms) I had done something in her upbringing to cause such fragile emotions.
God calls us to be uncomfortable, though. So many of us desire to be used by God, but then we say “Well, except for that, Lord.”
I discovered that selfishness is the saboteur of marriage. When we focus on who we think is giving more (which is usually ourselves), we become blinded by lies.
So many times we find ourselves in situations that seem endless, the victory too far away to see. We get discouraged, and we don’t want to keep going.
God’s will for you will never lead you to embrace so tightly to things that take your eyes off Him. His good spirit will lead us to even ground.
Christmas is the best time of the year, but we could enjoy it ten times better if we let go of how we think it should be, what we think is important.
We’ve become more loving, considerate, and selfless in our service to one another, but it’s not like we took a magic potion to suddenly become the perfect spouse.
If you’re a Christian, understand that you are under attack. If you’re an outspoken Christian, be aware that you have a bullseye on your back.
His fortune has been made far away from the church. He has a lot to lose, according to the world, and he knows it more than most.
To walk in freedom, to bear the fruits of the spirit, and to lead a joyful, hopeful, wonderful life that is lacking nothing, we must read the Bible!
Fretting isn’t from a friend, and panic isn’t for our pleasure. One thing I knew; God did not want me feeling this way, making mountains out of molehills.
If we desire a happier marriage, we have to enlist a bit of Christ-like behavior. We have to try and love more as Jesus does.
Even those in a close and deep relationship with the Lord can feel like they’re going to buckle under the anxiety of this world. Problems come, no matter how close you are to God.
The big house would fall down, the money would be spent, the clothes would be outgrown, and the babbles would easily be broken. Why measure success in things that tarnish?
By focusing only on the negative, I became bitter with my work. But when I was able to see the privilege, the opportunity to serve my fellow man, I was able to find fulfillment in my healthcare calling.
We all want to know why only the good die young or why in the world wonderful, kind people find themselves in tragedy while the rotten, selfish folks continue on their merry way.
The anxiety was too much sometimes. I mean, even as God was giving us wonderful accommodations for our travels beyond what we could find on our own, I worried.
When the world seems to have given up on you, He has not. When you have given up on yourself, He has not. You are not an addict. Through Christ, because of Christ, you are more.
One day, the advice would be done, the manners would be taught, and the lessons would be learned. Not much longer, and I’d be out of time to pass along the things I’d figured out along the way.
He straightened my paths, so if I took a wrong turn, He could redirect better than any Google Maps could do. By focusing on my ability to correctly hear His voice, I was placing the power in my hands, and that’s not where it resided.
As I gaze upon my husband at the end of another wonderful day together, I realize that I didn’t marry the man of my dreams.
I think back on this now, with my giggling, petite, precious girl beside me, and I have no doubt in my mind, heart, or spirit that God was faithful to us and healed her. A strawberry seed tried to harm her, but a mustard seed saved her. Funny how small things can impact you in such big ways.
When thoughts that seem in opposition to God’s Word try to invade your mind, thoughts that condemn you, cause you fear, or fill you with sadness and self-hate, stand firm in who you are in Jesus and fix your mind on who He says you are.
I suppose I’ve learned that life as a Christian doesn’t mean you won’t have pain or loss. It simply means that even when you’re drowning, it can be beautiful because you’re not alone. The other side of pain is always lovely. There is indeed joy in the morning.