I have a fairly new FB sister-friend ( Laury @ Between the Storms ) who suffers from a severe, chronic illness. This trial has brought her closer to the Lord where she has experienced His peace that surpasses all understanding. A couple of months ago, she asked me to share my testimony about the chronic illness I've been suffering for the past 7 years. I prayed about it and knew God wanted me to share something, but I had to wait until God allowed me to feel well enough to write what He's put on my heart. To read it, please click the button below: My prayer is that my story, that is, Jesus' story in my life, will be used to catapult you and/or those you love to a higher and deeper love for our awesome Savior.
No. This past week, I had to break fellowship with two Facebook friends that happen to be sisters in Christ. Due to questions and concerns some had regarding this matter, and after much prayer and consulting with my husband, I will share how and why this happened hoping others may be edified and blessed through our trial. Breaking fellowship with brothers and sisters in Christ is something that is quite disheartening to me and something I don't take lightly, nor do often. As a matter of fact, I've only done it one time prior to this and I am grateful to God for it. I do not break fellowship with fellow saints because they quote Ghandi, don't agree with me on every theological point, or for any other reason except for those God has clearly laid out in His word. "But now I am writing to you not to associate with anyone who bears the name of brother if he is guilty of sexual immorality or greed , or is an idolater , reviler , drunkard , or swindler -- not even to
Amazing! Jesus the Christ, the Son of the Living God, borrowed. Just making that statement sounds strange and bewilders me. Jesus borrowed everything. It almost doesn't seem right to think that, let alone say it. Jesus borrowed everything. How does that even make sense? "Imagine, He owned everything. But when He came into this world He was borrowing everything from men, unthinkable. He had to borrow a place to be born and not much of a place at that. He had to borrow a place to lay His head, He didn't even have a home. Many nights He slept on the Mount of Olives. He had to borrow a boat to cross the little Sea of Galilee. He had to borrow a boat to preach from. He had to borrow an animal to ride into the city when He was being triumphantly welcomed as King of Kings and Lord of Lords. He had to borrow a room for the Passover because He didn't even have a house in Jerusalem. He had to borrow a tomb to be buried in. The only person who had the right to everything woun
"So we are of good courage. We know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord, for we walk by faith, not by sight. Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord. So whether we are at home or away, we make it our aim to please Him ." ~ 2 Corinthians 5:6-9 aim - v. (used with object) 1) to position or direct so that, on firing or release, the discharged projectile will hit a target or travel along a certain path. philotimeomai - v. ( Greek ) 1) to aspire a goal, have an ambition A well trained soldier will carefully set their sight, intently look into their scope, and set their aim, to hit a specific target. If a soldier does not take his/her job and equipment seriously, and has a lackadaisical attitude, they will completely miss their target and may injure themselves or someone else. There is no place for a lazy, self-centered, self-glorifying soldier in battle. This kind of soldier
I'm a walking oxymoron. I'm a total introvert and delight in being alone, yet I hunger for fellowship with the Body of Christ. I'm the epitome of laziness, yet one of my greatest joys is serving as the Holy Spirit directs me. I'm terribly afraid of heights (even being on a step stool scares me), yet I love to fly! I love new adventures, yet I find comfort in routine. I'm extremely judgmental and merciless, yet the Lord continues to send me to those who suffer great loss so that I might bring them His comfort and peace. The more I learn about God, I continuously discover how very little I truly know Him. Every time I call out to my Heavenly Father, asking Him to show me great and unsearchable things I did not know (Jeremiah 33:3), He is faithful to answer; and I am always completely in awe and wonder of all that He shows me. It is then I realize how very big and awesome my God is. It is during these times of blessed intimacy with God that I realize that
January 22, 2011 will be the 38 th anniversary of the most horrific decision made; the right to murder human babies. In light of this, I thought it vital to have my very first guest poster be Mr. Art Helms (a.k.a. Grampaw Helms). After reading his note on Facebook, I asked if I could post his writing on my blog. Thankfully he said “Yes.” After reading this, I know you’ll be glad he did too. My prayer is that we, as God’s holy and dearly loved children will boldly stand up and speak for those who cannot speak for themselves; unborn babies. And that we will better answer those who oppose us with a deeper understanding of the meaning of life. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When writing the 1973 majority opinion in Roe v. Wade, Justice Harry Blackmun wrote: “We need not resolve the difficult question of when life begins . . . the judiciary at this point in the development of man’s knowledge, is not in a position to speculate as to the answer.” The Court then admitted: “If
Hello beloved friends! Just a quick note to let you know that my article My heart, Christ's garden has been published at DaySpring's women's devotional site, (in)courage. Here's an excerpt: “The genuine Christian must seek to be more excellent in his life than the best moralist, because Christ’s garden ought to produce the best flowers in the world.” ~ Charles Haddon Spurgeon I want my heart to be this way. I want my heart to produce the most beautiful and luscious flowers! I want my life to flow with the love of God and the magnificence of His grace and mercy! I want my life to shout, “I am holy, set apart; unto the LORD!” I want my heart to hold a reservation only for One, my Lord Jesus. I want to be singularly focused and eternally inclined. I want to be like the flowers in my garden. I want to only face the Son. I want to stretch my faith and strain my efforts to have a leaning only towards the One who gave His life for mine.... To read the entire ar