Refreshing Faith
I asked my special friend Dottie Stam to share a story with you that she told at Bible study. Her comical retelling of what could have been a tragic incident with her standard poodle will entertain and challenge you. Now, here’s Dottie.Continue Reading
This weekend a friend brought up my health. She asked how Satan might be using my health challenges to stop me from reaching my purpose. Her question caught me by surprise—and turned on a light.
“Oh my,” I gasped. “The book I’ve put on hold is called Little Strength, Big God!”
I chose that title because that theme tied the biblical characters I was studying together. Now, I was the one with little strength.
My friend Linda’s question made me realize I’d taken my health issues as a reason to put the book aside. Continue Reading
I recently experienced the power of community. After 16 days of taking oral chelators for heavy metal poisoning, I was beyond exhausted—physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I couldn’t hold two thoughts together, let alone think of putting together and presenting a talk.
I asked a closed Facebook group to pray for me. Hoping for some inspiration, I picked up Robert Morgan’s The Strength You Need, a book a friend had given me. It took me to Nehemiah 8:10:
Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.”
The author pointed out that although we may feel powerless against emotions that come upon us, we have some level of control over our attitudes. Heeding his wisdom, I selected a channel of praise music on my Pandora app and began to sing.Continue Reading
Years ago, a little booklet called My Heart, Christ’s Home, challenged me to move from viewing Christ as a guest in my heart to giving Him full ownership and control of my life. One morning I woke up with that analogy on my mind.
I thought about my literal house as a picture of my soul. I imagined how my priorities might clash with His if He came to help me bring order to my home.
“Let’s attack the front porch. Everyone sees it. We can power wash and freshen the paint for instant impact,” I said.
Christ shook His head and looked in the direction of my desk.
“No one sees my desk,” I pushed back.Continue Reading