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Supergreens Power for Your Faith
Wilted lettuce. The men were like wilted lettuce in my opinion. Oh, they believed. They walked side-by-side with the Messiah. They watched his miracles first hand and soaked in the droplets of his words like a tall cup of refreshing sweet tea on a hot, humid day. It was good. But there was more. Their…
Have You Been Stirred?
A stirring.It’s happened to me. Has it to you?I can only imagine the flutter within Jerusalem’s crowd as they were stirred by Jesus’ coming.
Shifting Focus From Me to He on God-sized Dreams
A new journey can have its ups and downs. It’s new, it’s exciting! Then comes the wait and sometimes the question of Did I really hear you, God? Success through the wait is often situated simply in shifting focus. Today I share thoughts on this at God-sized Dreams. Travel with me? You’ll find the post,…
Does Your Faith Feel Like a Rollercoaster Ride?
Do you have days where faith feels like a roller coaster ride? The ups, the downs, the stomach-in-your-mouth turns? If you’re silently whispering me too, you’re not alone. We click along fine, the kind of fine that pulls out of the gate nice and easy, slow and steady. Click.Click.Click. The coaster clicks along the track,…
Where Do I Run When Life’s Storms Approach?
Do you ever look back at situations or stare them in the face and wonder Where do I run when life’s storms approach? Sometimes there’s a common thread. Here’s mine. Maybe you can relate. “Hurry! It’s coming. Get to a safe place,” I screeched with concern for the souls in front of…
Book Review: You’re Loved No Matter What
As a recovering perfectionist, this book proved to be a breath of fresh air. You’re Loved No Matter What is a beautiful mix of story and practical application for those trying to live life perfectly. Holley’s own years as a perfectionist and the wisdom she garnered through the healing process rang through, loud and…
Unmasking the Good Kid in You
Are–or were–you a good kid? I was. It’s easy for parents and others, but is that good? You decide. Here’s my story. The Good Kid The crimson trickle was slow at the onset. drip drip, drip drip, drip, drip Soon, a flow of red began to fall. He quickly…
