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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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The Fellowship of Faith
The older I get the more I realize that I need help to come through, I need my brothers and sisters to “spur me on” to play the part only I can play, to “give me courage” to embrace the cross, to know that I am his beloved, to trust God to come through in me and through me in the battles of life and ministry.
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Evil Hunts To Steal Our Identity
Mike has been part of my husband’s fellowship for several years and has become an important part...
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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Labyrinth of Love
I recently attended a silent retreat with several members of my church. We met as a group once or...
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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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