Psalm 91:1, NLT I long to sit quietly at His feet and listen to His heart. But most days, I am running around like Raggedy Ann with a million things to do. I miss Him when I wake up late and rush off to work in the morning. I forget He is close by…
Photo Credit As I dragged my left limb out of the car tonight, Bruce looked at me and said, “No pain; no gain.” I wanted to punch him. Monday, I decided to start working out again, and now I can barely walk. Being healthy is painful. In my flesh, I’d rather be trolling Facebook…
Photo Credit One year ago, I wrote a simple post declaring my desire to #PrayBig in 2015. I surrendered my mountains to my God. In desperation, I cried out to the only One who breathes new life into hopeless situations: Lord, have Your way in me. Only God dismantles strongholds and softens hard hearts….
Photo Credit During my last year in high school, I counted down the days until my eighteenth birthday on a calendar. Eighteen stood for adulthood and freedom to me. I longed to make my own choices and dreamed of exploring the world without the restrictions of parental supervision. However, it didn’t take long for…
Photo Credit In case you forgot, I love to read. Stacks of books seem to pile up all over the house — most of them half read. Other women buy shoes; I buy books. Here is a quick wrap up of what I read in 2015: The Fringe Hours: Making Time for You The…