A Christmas Story of God’s Love for each of us…
Thoughts from a run to the sea…
“…I needed to remind myself of God - above all a loving Father, steadfast and unwavering regardless of earthly circumstances, and the promise of eternal life.”
How often I took the role of Martha and huffed and puffed inwardly, while Catherine took the role of Mary by simply being with the Lord in prayer and sharing His love with others…
The danger exits however, in a growing culture of inauthentic friendships. Are we really connecting in mind, heart and soul with the numerous contacts on our devices and media platforms?
This ended up being an answer to my prayer, but in an unexpected way. The Lord gave me a new gift of a community and friends.
I always thought that becoming a Godly woman started with your husband and on your wedding day, but...Regardless of my vocation, I can start growing as a Godly woman right here, right now.
I’ve learned, however, that this cross has its sweetness...I’ve come to see God’s goodness and mercy, not to mention His immense wisdom, during this time.
Anxiety and the Truth Underlying It
By Lynne May
I battled with the lie that I am unlovable and sought for fulfillment of this in the world around me, but God waited... He allowed me to get sick and wrestle with this Truth.
Discipline brings freedom. Decisions for control, made out of fear, will never bring freedom and will inhibit our ability to love.
I’m learning that his power is made perfect in weakness. That the more cracks we have, the more we need Him. The more that His Grace has room to fill us if we let Him.
I’m not obsessing over the proper steps to being a good Christian, but I am making steps to knowing Jesus’ redeeming love.
God calls me to love myself, to see myself as God sees me and to accept God’s version of me. God calls me to love those seemingly unlovable parts of myself—the failures and anger and aggression.
He speaks bigger and better things to the little sheep, and her heart and mind get filled up with love. The ironic thing is that then she forgets herself because she's in awe of the shepherd telling her a story.