A Miraculous Intervention
As I cried in the hotel room that night, a small spark of hope emerged.
As I cried in the hotel room that night, a small spark of hope emerged.
Separating the lies we’ve believed, from the truth of who He really is, makes all the difference.
Although the Israelites could not see the wind as it blew across the waters, the evidence of its existence was seen and heard by all.
Realizing how Jesus sympathizes with us in our humanness and frailty has changed my perspective concerning guilt and shame.
Our human limitations and weaknesses sometimes present an excellent opportunity for God to work and do miracles on our behalf.
I will never ever regret a single second of having been in the dark if it means those experiences brought me closer to God and equipped me to pull someone else closer to His light.
Jesus is the Bread of Life. He is the Provider, the Miracle Worker, the Supplier of all our needs.
You have a new identity in Christ, so take off the graveclothes.
There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t acknowledge He is the One who sees me through.
The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.
Maybe you feel unlovable, unacceptable, unworthy, inadequate, or not fit for the job.
I knew too well the effects of having mentally ill family members and I did not want my kids to suffer the same pain that I did growing up.
I say no to things that wouldn’t allow me to live up to the full potential God wants for my life —so I can be rested and available for the things He wants to do in me and through me.
Imagine the impact we could have in the lives of those around us if we practiced the art of loving ourselves well.
We had just gotten back from the beach where the retreat had taken place and I got a call. Looking down at my phone, I saw that it was my half-sister, Sue.
My stomach was in knots as I talked with my step-sister, who was trying to keep me from running back to my car and driving away.
The day I began the process of finding my biological dad was just like any other ordinary day, except that day I felt an extraordinary amount of confidence.
When I first began my grief process, it seemed intense. I would be watching a movie that reminded me of him and I would suddenly start ugly crying.
I felt like I no longer had any options other than to just end the suffering and pain I had endured for many years.
I thanked the Lord and kindly reminded Him of the promise He made me. I confidently assumed that we would have a girl on our next go-around.
I was suddenly in need of a full-time job where I could fully support myself financially, not yet having any form of a college degree. It was a surreal, terrifying situation.
The Lord, my perfect Shepherd, who’s there with me and leads me through the rough terrain, is the only one who knows how to take me to places where I can find the rest and refreshment I need.
We are all born for connection. We are wired in such a way that we need to be seen, heard, and to belong. I didn’t grow up with that, but it was something that I needed.
How sovereign the Lord is to have answered my prayer using the contents of a Bible in my journal box I hadn’t looked at in years.