Life always comes out of death.
This has been a good—hard—year. Through an extended battle with Covid and it’s side effects, it’s been a year to learn much, grow spiritually, become more aware of His presence, and see the power of prayer.
A second childhood, or a second chance at life?
There are a lot of things from this year that I never want to repeat, but I thank You for Your faithfulness through it all.
All in all, now is the season for me to focus on the Father, and be thankful and at peace with what I can or can’t do physically.
God was not caught off guard by this young man’s suicide. He was not surprised by it. Could I have made a difference? Maybe. I’ll never know for certain. I do know that God allowed him in my life for a season of mutual encouragement…. I can be thankful for this experience. Joyously giving thanks? Absoultely not! Not right now. Not yet. Maybe a little further down the road, when I see more of how God uses it. For now, it just hurts too much.
Our perspective on giving thanks should be based on the infinite, not the finite. Why settle for “an attitude of gratitude” when we can overflow with thanksgiving?!?
I have two things burning in my heart tonight. The two things are unity, and Pentecost. Our world is in turmoil because of the global Covid-19 pandemic. People around the world are concerned about how they will survive the disease, and about how they will survive financially. For some health…
This morning I pulled out the hymnal during my worship time, and one of the songs I sang was “What Child Is This?”, a Christmas carol. I’ve sung it and heard it all my life, but never had really considered the second verse before. The wording is a little confusing:Why…
The apostles of Jesus knew the resurrection was real, and they were willing to die for their risen Lord. Religion didn’t make them do that.