Oh what we would give to have one more moment, one more chance to say the words we’ve longed to say, to offer that apology, to ask for and extend forgiveness or to just say, “I love you” one more time. Come and talk with me.
Read moreThere will never be culture change if we are more intent on trying to convert people to our opinion than we are about interceding for their soul.
Read moreI do think it’s interesting that as much as we innately want God, we try to meet that need with every conceivable thing other than God.
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“The Lord is my light and my salvation – whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life – of whom shall I be afraid?” – Psalm 27:1
There are times when the person I should fear most is my own self. It is “me” who takes over and wreaks havoc with my heart and my conscience when I choose to indulge anger or fear. It is “me” who comes up with ridiculous schemes to advance my agendas, hide my weaknesses, or protect my heart.
Who knows me better than I know myself? Who knows my weaknesses and my hot buttons as well as I do? Only I know how easily I can build a wall around my heart, set a gate, apply a deadbolt and lock it. I know how I operate. I know how to breach the trust I place in God and surrender to myself.
The reality is that I am my own worst enemy when the Lord is continue here
(Caution: The secret identity of Santa Claus may be revealed in this blog!)
Christmastime is wonderful for little children – decorating the tree, taping on cotton ball Santa beards, posing for photos and telling Santa what you want for Christmas; it’s magical. However, as parents, we know there is a lot that can go wrong.
What if every store from Ohio to Minnesota sold out of the only item on one child’s list, and the other child has a list a mile long! What if the budget meets their needs, but their wants far outweigh those needs? As parents we must decide how best to handle these situations, so that everyone feels loved and happy on Christmas morning.
I recall one Christmas when Brian and I were walking such a tightrope. We held our breath as the boys walked into the living room and saw their gifts beautifully arranged in front of the tree (in two separate but equal displays), and one boy exclaimed continue reading here
Marcia Furrow 