Faith of a Woman
She allowed herself no time to nurse the pain. If the God of Israel had heard her prayers, she needed to get to the Rabbi.
She allowed herself no time to nurse the pain. If the God of Israel had heard her prayers, she needed to get to the Rabbi.
Fricke’s goal to highlight hidden battles and the struggle to open up was effortlessly achieved. Ultimately, the sense that we are all Amy in our own ways grew on me.
It was vital that they learn to pray continuously, stand firm, and not give up when they encountered impossible or discouraging circumstances.
For those I loved, life went on, but I was no longer a part of it. I would catch a glimpse of their lives from time to time, always from a distance.
There is no wiser decision than trusting him. My choice is to follow him, to fully yield my heart and mind, and to place my life and future in his hands.
It feels good to take a moment and put into words who you are, what you do, and why I don’t need you around.
Could he deliver me from my current state? Surely, it was too late. I was trapped in the thicket, imprisoned by my own choices and, now, destroying others.
Now I was feeding others the same fruit that I knew had enslaved me. I was helpless to stop it, and part of me delighted in it.
‘Twas a time of the Knight. When quests and fables abound. When man fought to live and lived for conquest. A time of trolls and dragons. Such lore that stirred the heart to seek out the truth.
I reached up, and a perfectly ripened fruit seemed to fall into my hand. I hesitated as I considered the gatekeeper’s words: “It will only bring you harm.”
I should have realized that he was with me from the very beginning, but I was too focused on myself to be aware of his presence.
Higgins Takes Flight is a sweet tale that will bring joy to both children and adults alike as it reminds us to never stop chasing our dreams.
I hate that I am part of this disgusting scene. Most sickening is the realization I did not have to be here. A prisoner to my long-term weakness.
Somehow, I instinctively knew what would happen next. Human cruelty and brutality at this mindless, frenzied level don’t stop of their own accord.
“Rabbi!” I said. Tears of a different kind now began pouring out. There were no more questions. No more confusion. Jesus was here.
With a loud cry, Jesus said, “It is finished!” Immediately, His head hung low, and His knees buckled completely. He was no longer breathing.
I don’t know if anyone else noticed it, but there seemed to be a somberness about Him, and I couldn’t help but be more contemplative as I prepared the meal.
“How will I know if the pearl chooses me, Grandfather?” “You mustn’t worry your pretty head over it, Felice. You will know when it comes time if it’s meant to be you.”
There are ways to combat this disheartening rut, though. Not all hope is lost. Here are a few steps to rekindle creativity and overcome writer’s block.
We followed Jesus into Jerusalem, and a crowd began to form on either side of the street. The crowds were larger than usual since people had come to Jerusalem to prepare for Passover.
Call me a zombie, the undead, the living, the whatever! But in my life, before all of this, I have never felt so alive.
“Tell me. What all did you see?” We went through this process after every vision. We fed off of each other’s gifts like we were taught to do in our special seminary.
How can the One who created the universe be confined in flesh? thought the mother. “Jesus. His name is Jesus,” Joseph simply stated.
They were the first to give Christmas gifts. Being wise, their gifts were doubtless wise ones. And here I have told you the story of two children who were not wise.
