“God, I want to be close to You again,” I murmured to myself as I dealt with children’s laundry. Certainly this week I overflowed with gratitude that I am a nanny again. I continued letting my murmuring flow forth automatically, listening to the thoughts of my inner self, “I just
I want to forgive. Some people think I have. Some people think I handled things pretty well. Some people think I should be much angrier. Some think I should take revenge. Some don’t even understand why I am hurt. But what does it matter what people think? I just want
I had a revelation as I was in a Bible study tonight: there is nothing wrong with being me. If I want to show up in my life with the power of the Holy Spirit, I need to entirely believe this truth. I am who God made me to be,
Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see. This is what the ancients were commended for. By faith we understand that the universe was formed at God’s command, so that what is seen was not made out of what was visible.
A few days ago, someone gave me a Christmas gift. “It reminded me of you,” they said. My interest was immediately piqued. I was about to gain insight into how this person saw me by studying the gift they gave me. Some people view me as a person entirely broken,