If I make my fear a Custer’s Last Stand of anxiety against God, then yes, I’m setting myself up for the inevitable fall. It reveals my bitterness with Him.
There's an onslaught against my life begs me to source my energy in hate and discord, rather than love. Love is the Source of Life & hatred is the fuel for the devil.
Witches pledged to cast a spell until Trump is no longer president. You can’t curse authority and not reap disastrous consequences of the cursing.
The princess mentality encourages the very worst in women: entitlement, indulgence, and superiority. It is the epitome of privilege without purpose.
We think of love as weakness. You are vulnerable when you love and a target for hurt. Even so… Love is power, the greatest power in the universe.
Christ was crowned with the thorns and thistles of my own rebellion. But there's a solution to the harvesting in painful toil and struggling with thorns and thistles.
I've seen the truth about my rebellion against God and authority. Without authority, I get death! But under authority, the heavens are opened for me.
Am I a giver or taker? This is not a question that is fun to consider, because the answer is found in God’s view of my life, not my personal assessment.
Consequences that are personal can also become national. I believe that we are witnessing the effects of generational curses (Romans 1) writ large.
We have to know God's will and His heart in every moment. There is no neutral ground in the Christian life, there's only following the Spirit or rebellion.
Submission isn't optional for humanity. I submit. You submit. We ALL submit, every day. So the question that must be asked is to whom do I submit?
I approached hatred as ‘understandable’ rather than the corrosive acid that it is. I let myself hate just a little, because I believed it would be ok. Nope!