Tag: sanctification

Spring Growth

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Did you get a haircut? Have you lost weight? Are those new glasses? Are you wearing your makeup differently? People can’t quite put their thumb on it, but they know something’s different about you.

You know what it is. You know that it isn’t a physical change you’ve made, but it is a change that is being made deep within you.

Perhaps it is a change that is so subtle it caught you off guard. You notice that you don’t fly off the handle like you used to. Or you have more patience with a difficult person in your life. Or you find more here

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->