Guest Author 4 Minute Read If some day in God’s perfect plan,
He provides just the right man.
What is my husband-to-be to be?
What kind of man is the one for me?
I want him to please God as Abel did,
And to walk with God as Enoch lived…
Kindred Grace Team 4 Minute Read When we are waiting on God, which I think every Christian ought to be all the time, we do not have a time schedule in front of us. We don’t know when or whether God is going to answer a particular prayer or do a particular thing or get us out of a certain situation or change any of the conditions of our lives. And sometimes we think of our lives as being on hold.
I don’t think waiting on God is a merely passive thing. And certainly it doesn’t mean that our lives are on hold.
Elisabeth Allen 2 Minute Read Does this help me walk in purity? It’s a question I try to remember to ask before I read that book or watch that film … or, even, have that conversation. But sometimes I forget. Or I choose not to ask the question because I don’t want to answer the question … not honestly! The…
Laura 3 Minute Read On my knees, face in my hands, eyes closed, I searched for Him. But I couldn’t see Him. I closed my eyes tighter, yet still struggled to connect with Him as I prayed.
There are moments when I feel so very blind. It’s not clear where I’m going. I can hardly see the next step…
And I’m afraid to walk when I can’t see.
Chantel 4 Minute Read It is a simple, hard backed journal of greens with the words “each day has a miracle inside of it” printed on the front. It is getting worn on the edges, but its pages are filled with page after page of my life. Its a record of God’s faithfulness in my life, of the way that He has led, and a map of the road I traveled from there to here. It’s my Ebenezer…
Elisabeth Allen 7 Minute Read I love reading. Books are beautiful – the covers, the pages, the words. The smell of the paper and the ink, too. And then there’s the story!
But what’s a girl to read? The choice of books is vast. And although it’s tempting to judge a book by it’s cover and read a book that displays a gorgeous picture or an intriguing title, that’s not always wise—not for a girl who loves Jesus.
“Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life…”
Rachelle Rea Cobb 2 Minute Read Usually, I like roses. The sparkling purity of a white rose is lovely. Red roses remind me of sappy sweet romances. I find blue roses interesting. Yellow roses make me smile. And my friends know that peach roses are my favorite flower in all the world.
So when I saw the daisy planted by a neighbor’s mailbox, I almost walked right by it.
But then, I stopped…
Guest Author 7 Minute Read I had never wanted to know what it was to have a broken heart. I had tried to do things differently from most of the world, to protect myself and my heart from needless pain. But here I was, and it was real.
When I saw that there was someone else that made him smile, the realization that I didn’t light up his world brought the painful truth home. I knew, then, that I could never make him happy the way that I wanted to, the way that it should have been. Knowing that perhaps “he and I, together” wasn’t meant to be after all weighed on my heart like so many heavy bricks, crushing out the spark of joy that once had lit up my world.
Laura 2 Minute Read As I paused the other day, I found myself thanking God for the ways He is working in my oh-so-human heart, pruning in some painful ways. In the midst of the pruning, it is difficult to see the benefits or to hold onto the hope of new blossoms. But sometimes we get a glimpse of a new bud–and to our amazement, we find ourselves thankful for the pruning…
Chantel 2 Minute Read I don’t know about tomorrow. Sometimes I wish that I did…
What I do know is that I serve a God who is more than faithful.
I know that He is able.
I know that He is good…
Chantel 3 Minute Read Pieces of shattered glass lay everywhere on the table, looking for all the world like a heap of rubbish, destined for the nearest trash can. They were jagged pieces, apparently cut and broken without thought or care, and the beauty of the colored glass seemed hopelessly marred and wasted. But, what looks like ruin and…
The End.
The End.