Category: Daily Life

When God Swoops In

post127graphicWhen was the last time that God overwhelmed you with his majesty? How have you experienced God at work in your life? Can you recall a time that God moved a mountain for you, or opened a door, or protected you from danger?

Is there a critically important day in your life when God showed up and divided time; a day, or an event, when from that moment on, you referred to things as “before” and “after”?

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Running On Empty!

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Empty. Exhausted. Frustrated. Burned out. Worn out. Helpless. Hopeless. Joyless. Passionless. Ready to quit. Except you can’t.

You can’t quit your job. Or your marriage. Or your parenting. Or your ministry. You can’t quit, but you can’t continue when you have nothing left to give.

Maybe if you just dig a little deeper you’ll find the drive, the motivation, the passion that you used to have. Surely it’s there; it’s just a little beyond reach. So you dig, but the hole just gets wider, deeper and find more here

The Danger Zone

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It’s late in the evening, the house is quiet, you’re minding your own business, and then it starts. At first it’s subtle, just a little whisper in your ear, and you pretend not to notice. You try to distract yourself with a hobby or the TV.

You promised yourself that you would not give in tonight! Tonight will be different! Tonight you will resist. Tonight you will have victory. Tonight you will say, “No!” And mean it!

But, you know it’s there. You can’t stop thinking about it. The craving starts to take over your thoughts and your body. You continue reading here

Dirty Laundry!

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Monday is Laundry Day in the Furrow household; the sheets are changed, and the hampers are emptied. With just two of us laundry day is only one day a week and usually only about four loads.

Don’t hate me. I didn’t breeze through laundry days as a young wife and mother. Laundry days were every day! Sometimes there was load after load of throw up towels and bedding. I washed pails full of soaking diapers and pre-treated (usually unsuccessfully) spit-up stains. And, of course, -click here for more->