by Debbie W. Wilson | Mar 18, 2024 | Discernment, Relationship with God, Spiritual warfare
Do you ever have thoughts that leave you feeling sorry for yourself or questioning God’s goodness? A client listed all the reasons she didn’t trust God. Recognizing one of Satan’s deception tactics, when she finished I said, “You just described the devil and...
by Debbie W. Wilson | Mar 11, 2024 | Discernment, Life skills, Spiritual warfare
My brother-in-law and his wife returned from out of town to find their house ransacked. Especially the master bedroom. The robbers had pulled out drawers and emptied them in search of valuables. Contrast that with what happened to me Christmas night. I went on...
by Debbie W. Wilson | Feb 5, 2024 | Life skills, Refreshing Faith, Spiritual Growth, Spiritual warfare
Our round kitchen table supports my eating, working, and reading. A three-legged pedestal supports the 60-inch tabletop. Imagine what would happen if it lost a leg. Trying to hold up one side of the table while trying to eat or type wouldn’t work. I’d soon give up and...
by Debbie W. Wilson | Jan 22, 2024 | Personal Growth, Refreshing Faith, Relationship with God, Spiritual Growth, Spiritual warfare
Let’s play a game. I’ll say a word and you say its opposite. hot tall happy fast good Satan Who did you put as Satan’s opposite? The devil wants us to believe God is his opposite or equal. He’s not. Jesus is “far above all rule and authority, power and dominion, and...
by Debbie W. Wilson | Jan 15, 2024 | Battles, Personal Growth, Refreshing Faith, Spiritual Growth, Spiritual warfare, Strength
Where are these worms coming from? A few years ago, dead worms littered our basement floor. We put new weather-stripping on the French door and resealed the windows—to no avail. Sometime later I noticed the ceramic tiles between the tub and toilet lifting off the...
by Debbie W. Wilson | Jul 17, 2023 | Battles, Refreshing Faith, Spiritual warfare
I couldn’t shake the yucky oppression that clung to me like a giant spider web. I’d confessed every known sin. I’d thrown in some possible ones for good measure. Nothing helped. That evening as I turned onto a back road the purity of unspoiled fresh snow arrested me,...
