by Debbie W. Wilson | Apr 24, 2023 | Battles, Discernment, Refreshing Faith, Spiritual warfare
Over mugs of steaming tea, I asked my friend, “Can I ask you about the question you raised in Bible study a while back?” Her dark eyes widened. “What question? I don’t remember a question.” I’d worried I hadn’t answered my friend’s question correctly or that I had led...
by Debbie W. Wilson | Jun 7, 2022 | Refreshing Faith, Spiritual warfare
“Here ya go.” I handed the package of hot food to the hotel receptionist where we were staying. The delicious fragrance gave the contents of hot buffalo Brussels sprouts away without her having to look. Her hand covered her mouth and emotion filled her eyes and choked...
by Debbie W. Wilson | Jan 11, 2022 | Battles, Life skills, Spiritual warfare
Before we look at how to stop negative self-talk, let me describe my battle with it. Years ago, a knowledgeable guide delighted our group of moms and kids on a fieldtrip to a local historical site. But I sensed her emptiness and wanted to talk to her about the Lord....
by Debbie W. Wilson | Oct 19, 2021 | Battles, decsion making, Direction, Discernment, Refreshing Faith, Spiritual warfare
Several years ago, circumstances beyond my control threw me into a dilemma. The person connected with me had very strong feelings on moving ahead. But I felt no peace taking the path they pursued. Time was ticking, and I had to give my decision. I knew what I wanted....
by Debbie W. Wilson | Jun 9, 2020 | Healing, Spiritual warfare
I grew up in the deep South. As a youngster, I remember boarding a city bus and heading for the long back seat that stretched across the aisle. Mama caught my arm as she dropped into the front side seat and told me to sit. Her abruptness startled me. I looked back and...
by Debbie W. Wilson | Feb 5, 2019 | Battles, Beauty, Shame, Spiritual warfare
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,...
