Faith, Hardships and Trials, Resting in Christ

Dig in Your Heels and Hang On to that Peace

Ah, peace. It can really be hard to grasp in this world, can’t it?  Sometimes, the chaos even chases us into our sleep. Have you ever had one of those recurring dreams? The ones that sort of show up every once in a while and come in so vividly that you remember them weeks later?… Continue reading Dig in Your Heels and Hang On to that Peace

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Faith, freedom, God's Will, Resting in Christ, surrender

In Dependent Freedom

I used to think freedom was something expressed by independence—a liberation from anything which restricted you, but as I prepared to celebrate our country’s National Independence Day, another thought occurred to me. Are they really the same thing?  According to the definition, "independent" is defined as, “free from outside control; not depending on another’s authority;… Continue reading In Dependent Freedom

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Faith, Hardships and Trials, Hearing God, Resting in Christ

Feeling God’s Love when We’re Hurting

“…all the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be.” –Psalm 139:16b (NIV) A wise person once said, “Every woman should have a place where her soul finds peace.” I can pinpoint my place down to the square inch. And I’m utterly convinced God created it with… Continue reading Feeling God’s Love when We’re Hurting

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Resting in Christ

When Grace Erases a Record of Wrongs — Guest Post

Guest Post by Kristi Woods Sometimes I stand in the shower and recount hard conversations, rearranging them until they tilt in my favor. Oh, to heal the hurt I feel! But I’ve learned the danger of this practice and how refocusing on grace helps me heal. Many times, a thread of offense or unforgiveness can… Continue reading When Grace Erases a Record of Wrongs — Guest Post

Loving Others, Resting in Christ, security, wisdom

Learning to Turn My Gaze Outward

My shyness was almost painful and certainly debilitating. As a little kid I’d hide behind my mom, the couch, a tree, whatever was handy, willing myself to disappear into the very earth if possible. Don’t look at me, I’d plead inwardly. Don’t make me speak. Over the years it grew worse, not better. I’d settle… Continue reading Learning to Turn My Gaze Outward