As I was sitting thinking of the world's chaos and violence, I became so hungry. What rose in me was desire and appreciation for the blessings of God's Great Goodness.
A number of times I have weighed certain puzzling relationships on this ground: if we were in a battle, would this person die or flee to save their life?
If Satan can convince me that God has no power to intervene in my life and that God’s will is the worst thing ever, then he’s got me.
The work to believe may be the hardest work we’ll ever do, but the rewards for a job well done are beyond our imagining. Here's a story of work rewarded.
The sand is shifting and sinking across the globe, and if I leave my rock foundation to visit the houses built on that sand, I roll and sink with them.
Our days are numbered and kept by our sovereign God, and nothing can overthrow His move on when and how we leave this earth. God is in charge, not man.
I don’t think that courage is infectious exactly, but when it exposes the impotence of fear, it can relay hope to the hearts of those oppressed.
"Being a good person begins with being a wise person." Justice Antonin Scalia was a wise man labeled a fool by most of the world, and he was unmoved by it.
Desperation of the flesh is not the "sacrifice" of a broken and contrite heart that God responds to, but it can be a step in the right direction.
The innate blessing and protection that accompanies respect for authority was remarkably evident in the movie 13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi.
I am tempted to hate the person who pokes at my open wounds, wounds that are only open because I lack forgiveness in that place. Once I forgive, I'm free.
Hysterical fear and the fear of death have been deep strongholds in me even before I was in touch with those fears, but there is an answer.