I would think that I at least could define my OWN needs…not so much.We are too close to our need to really know what our actual needs are.
I am not the owner of my body or life; I am merely the steward. I don’t have the right or the ability to care for myself.
Stress is the indicator that we own something we can’t control. Inevitably, we will fret over what we own because it owns us. Ownership is the issue!
This is the Holy Grail of all questions. “How do I let Christ live my life?” What does it mean to live "Not I But Christ" in reality?
I don’t celebrate a pagan holiday. No, I pray with exuberant joy that Jesus' name will come to be known to lost multitudes throughout the Christmas season.
Of all the Christmas traditions, none are as symbolic to me as Christmas lights. We gaze at the lights as we're called to gaze at the Light of the world.
We, God’s children, mustn't live in our opinions. My life is not my own, which includes all of my opinions. I am to be impartial which isn't natural!
I want to call out the 800-pound gorilla in the room—the presidential elections, debates, and constant mud slinging. How is God leading us through this?
When did Christians surrender the idea of fun? There is a dearth of true joy in the life of the average believer, and it’s proof that something's wrong.
Fear has struck and will strike us all. But when fear strikes, we don’t have to stay stricken. We belong to Jesus Christ and HE rules, not fear.
Being utterly known by Jesus isn’t just an idea. He knows me, knows my wounds, and He moved to save me from a situation that would have gutted me badly.
I heard a message delivered by a dear friend of mine. At the time it skewered me. Someone put to words with a visual picture a message I had resisted all my life.