Us women, wives, and mothers have lost our selves in our other roles– dealing with a lack of desire, feeling like it’s a check on our to-do list to keep our men happy, or something else to do to meet someone else’s needs. No more– it doesn’t have to be that way!
What I love most about Kingdom Winds is the emphasis to call Christians out of hiding. To empower them to live in their identity as creators and let God and others experience the gifts they’ve been given.
The best way we can celebrate and honor Black History is to teach the next generation how to be like those who persevered. We must teach what’s possible now and in the future by reminding them of what’s been accomplished already.
God’s Redeemed Warriors overcome by simple reliance on the shed blood of Jesus Christ, which is the sole ground for their hope. Their testimonies of trust in the Lord are so powerful that, when they are shared, strongholds are pulled down.
I don’t need someone to fulfill the spot of a “better half” because Your presence provides contentment and satisfying adoration.
It comes in waves. Numb now but bursting with tears soon. It’s been like the ebb and flow of the tide lately. Hope. Grief. Hope. Grief. Maybe. Maybe not.
Love is not about being showered with pink-and-red-and-white everything; it’s about giving more than you receive every day of the year.
God is love. His love is jealous for us, for our devotion to Him. He is relentless in His loving pursuit of our hearts. And He won’t take a fake, shallow love in place of the real thing.
The hurricanes throughout our marriage have shown us that we are very capable of bending without breaking as trees do in powerful storms.
They stand determinedly outside the facility and wave to incoming drivers, praying for an opportunity to share loving, life-affirming alternatives to abortion.
