
Simple Tips to Tweak Your Trust in God
It crossed my mind I could plunge to my death. If I ever needed to learn how to tweak my trust in God to the fullest, this was it.
It crossed my mind I could plunge to my death. If I ever needed to learn how to tweak my trust in God to the fullest, this was it.
Kick back. Escape demands. Shut out the world. This was the goal of our getaway to the Finger Lakes in New York. My hubby and I took some time to hang out in a cottage on a lake with nothing at our disposal but fishing poles, kayaks, and of course a bit of coffee
Confused. Bewildered. Angry. Disappointed. Humiliated. Hurt. That’s how it feels. One minute everything is going smoothly. You know someone for a while. Maybe you work with this person, perhaps you’re involved in an organization together, or . . . you might be friends. Out of the blue, without warning, it all stops. Communication becomes distant,
The BEST valentine doesn’t come to us in the form of roses, chocolates, or shiny hardware, but rather as a close friend offering a true, everlasting, unfailing love. Click to watch video:
Here we are again, heading into a brand-new year with a list of resolutions. Throughout my seasoned age, let’s just say I’ve made my fair share of New Year Resolutions over the years. Sadly, with little or nothing to show for my well-intentioned desires.
Yep—you’ve managed to put away your card tables, folding chairs, and autumn linens, and you’ve polished off the last of the Thanksgiving leftovers. Just as you are about to relax from your recent fall gathering, your neighbors begin hanging lights from their rooftops and the familiar ring of Christmas carols on the radio ushers in
Ah yes, ‘tis the season for taking time to reflect on what we’re thankful for. We really feel gratitude during the Thanksgiving season, don’t we? But why aren’t we thankful, grateful, blessed, all the time?
Was it all worth it? The perpetual question traveled through Samuel Montgomery’s mind while he shuffled into The Crow’s Nest with an unsteady gait. It was a question interrupting his mundane routine by day and delivering haunting nightmares by night. A sharp, spicy aroma of garlic wafted through the air, boasting the pub’s signature gourmet
Just who do you think you are anyway? Between the time I was a little girl with gooey mud squelching between my fingers while shaping mud pies in my backyard to the time I became a mother witnessing my daughter do the same, I’ve often wondered: who am I anymore?
Conditional happiness. It looks like this: I’ll be happy when I achieve my goal I’ll be happy when I lose weight I’d be happy if I were more confident I’d be happy if had a bigger house . . . and so on, and so on.