How often do you say thanks? If you’re like me, you toss it around frequently, and often without thinking.
If you've ever experienced anxiety or depression, you know what it feels like to try to access hope out of a well that seems empty.
I once spent 11 days in the hospital. Hooked up to an IV drip and painkillers, the details are murky. The days and nights flowed in and out with nurse changes, continuous Jell-O, and daytime TV shows...
The pain of being gullible hit me as soon as I clicked the send button for the “get rid of your wrinkle cream.” I knew I fell for another scam on the internet.
Peace. Where do you look for it? Growing up in the big city of Detroit, peace was hard to find. Added to that, growing up in a large family, where could I find peace?
“You’re taking the joy out of the journey!” My roommate half jokingly and half seriously exclaimed hours into our drive from Chicago to the East Coast.
How do you hold fast to the faith once delivered to you when everything around you seems to be falling apart?
I'm a nature girl at heart, and recently, this Illinois flat-lander headed to the Rocky Mountains. We borrowed a four-wheeler and bumped up the mountain seven miles to our hike.
God is always present with us, whether our attention is on Him or not. But sometimes, we want to give Him our attention and receive His in return. And we do this through prayer.