Category: Men
Evil Hunts To Steal Our Identity
Mike has been part of my husband’s fellowship for several years and has become an important part...
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Not-So-Small Surrender
I have faced the fear of the exact situation that Anisa describes below. As someone who longs to...
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If He Had A Refrigerator…
Even after 22 years, I still miss my daddy. Father’s Day reminds me that he is gone, but it also offers me the opportunity to remember these gifts of life that he gave me. And it calls me to receive afresh the love and value my Abba Father wants to lavish on me, his daughter.
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Surrendering to Death
I have been privileged to be a spectator in this latest chapter of restoration in Esther’s life. I...
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ALREADY APPROVED and finally done trying
Nick and his team came to the Battle for the Heart event that took place in Thailand last year. I...
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Who Was Driving?
Reading Anisa’s words I am deeply struck as I connect with her heart that fiercely loves her...
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A Disciplined Refusal: waffles, jelly, leaves and gifts for the soul
It seemed to take hours to allow the other noise and my own voice in my head to mute, leak out, or dissolve away so that what I heard and felt was Him. No, I did not hear from Him audibly, but it was as real as that. I heard from Him in my head and heart in a communicating way that did not need sound to impact me deeply. I felt the presence of the Lord and experienced the peace and calm of his shepherd-like care for the true and real me….nothing about this silent event changed anything about the nature of God. What changed was my seeing and experiencing Him, which only came after a disciplined refusal…
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A Guide To The Pain That Slaps You In The Face
Our burden is real, there’s no doubt. But it isn’t mine to carry alone. It was an invitation, in the most unexpected place, to come weary and trade this burden for rest. It was a gentle reminder that I don’t have to hold it all together. I can’t undo the pain of a past or avoid the pain of the present but I can trust that the one who was there continues to carry the weight and will be faithful to heal.
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Inviting God Home For Christmas
Why do we all long for home? Because we were created for home – for Shalom – that sense of peace, wholeness, goodwill to men, for a moment all is right with the world. We all long for a place for relationships that invite us into that sense of home. But have you ever considered whether God longs for home?
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I’m Dreaming of a Shame-Free Christmas
You can tell a lot about a person by their feelings on the classic movie, White Christmas. {Mostly whether they’re an elf or a scrooge, but I try not to judge…} Even my use of the adjective “classic” is a dead giveaway and implies a certain head shake toward anyone who might go for another descriptor, say, cloying or omnipresent. My adoration for the movie is well-documented in my Google search history. There has been at least one deep dive into both Wikipedia and IMDB for interesting morsels surrounding this film, none of which are as cool as the fact that my aunt once spent a lovely evening in a night club where a young Rosemary Clooney was the singer.
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