The battle for my soul turned on the issue of ownership and now my daily cross confronts the same: Who owns me? Is it Jesus or have I enthroned another?
This is the bottom line of every exchange with the Lord: Who owns me? Do I belong to Jesus in reality or by mere verbal declaration? Either way, I am owned!
I can easily conceive of my desire to know God, but to comprehend that I am known and seen by Him? Wow, the Lord sees me whether anyone else sees me or not.
Most of my questions of God are "Why?" Like, “Why did You allow this suffering?” My questions reveal my values: comfort and safety. But what does God value?
In a world where God is regularly displaced, we can witness a living principle: the position we allocate for God becomes our own living position.
Why didn’t God keep that man from pulling the trigger rather than allowing the man to pull the trigger and then watch over him and bringing about some kind of judgment?
The enemy isn’t given free rein to ravage me. My enemies are only allowed to devour my flesh; they can’t claim my spirit.
I want to share with you a story of grace. I believe the story of Chris McCandless was a story of grace. Grace has a purpose and that purpose is the bringing of us into a greater, fuller knowledge of God.
There is more to gratitude than just saying the words "thank you." A great deal more!
When I’m driving the stagecoach of my life by my will there are negative effects. So how do I live a life that is expedient and profitable?
Though we might not wish to believe in the wrath and judgment of God or in His sovereign use of destruction, it is real nonetheless.
Our wounds, bitterness and offenses can change our identity and personality. Our wounded hearts can make us something other than who we were created to be.