Today I have the honor of hosting Jim Watkins, author of The Psalms of Asaph: Struggling with Unanswered Prayer, Unfulfilled Promises, and Unpunished Evil.
Why? Why? Why?
Guest post by James N. Watkins
If you have children,nieces and nephews, or younger siblings, you know that a three-year-old’s favorite word is why.
Holidays are wonderful!
Holidays are horrible.
Ever feel that way? Even both at the same time?
I love so many aspects of the holidays, but sometimes they exacerbate dysfunctional relationships and add extra stress to already-full schedules. Oftentimes they remind us of loved ones we’ve lost.
We called her the Little General.
I was visiting my new boyfriend’s church one Sunday morning and felt a hand clamp my shoulder.
I turned around to find an older woman with bright eyes and a genuine smile.
“I wanted to meet you,” she said.
I don’t remember what all she said to me in that short conversation, except for one thing.
“I’m the wedding coordinator around here, you know.” She gave me a conspiratorial wink.
I’m sure my eyes popped wide open and my jaw dropped two inches. Don’t say that so loud! We’ve only been dating for two months!
This morning I was reading Paul’s first letter to the Thessalonians. He told them, “We give thanks to God always for all of you, making mention of you in our prayers; constantly bearing in mind your work of faith and labor of love and steadfastness of hope in our Lord Jesus Christ in the presence of our God and Father” (1 Thessalonians 1:2-3).
I thought, ” I think the same thing about my readers!
The TV at the gym was silent, but I headline across the bottom of the screen read, “The Harvey Weinstein Effect.”
When #metoo first materialized on social media, there were those who bemoaned the fact that it was merely the topic du jour and would fade away as quickly as that stupid “What color is this dress?” argument.
But it hasn’t. If anything, it’s picked up steam in all the major media outlets and Harvey Weinstein isn’t the only man whose despicable behavior is being called out and rightfully vilified.
There are others, and lots of them.
We bought her for $13,000 in 2004. Our last “debt” car before we discovered Dave Ramsey and revolutionized our thinking about finances.
Today I have the honor of hosting Kolleen Lucariello on my blog. A perfect reminder as we enjoy the fall season.
Walking in Your Own Shoes
By Kolleen Lucariello
Here in my home state of New York, October ushers in the fun of pumpkins, apple picking and salmon fishing season. There’s also the beauty of leaves peaking, apple cider and cozy sweaters. Among the many things October has to offer, it has also been designated as Women Walking in Their Own Shoes month: a global call for women to say yes to their purpose, passion and power.
If you’re like me, fall also means it’s time to shed the flip-flops, put away the sandals, and slip your feet back into a pair of shoes. Preferably comfortable ones—it’s never enjoyable to spend a day in shoes that don’t fit.
Today I have the honor of hosting Maureen Hager, author of Love’s Bullet.
So You Want to be a Sheep?
By Maureen Hager
Sheep are mentioned in the Bible more than any other animal; symbolically they refer to God’s people. All the sheep that belong to the shepherd are of one flock.
It wasn’t until a few years ago that I realized that anxiety was part of the daily fabric of my life. Growing up in chaos, anxiety had been my normal. It was how I survived.
I’ve come a long way in learning to trust Jesus with my worries. I’ve also talked with many who deal with the same daily anxiety levels, whether they realize it or not.
Most of the things I’ve learned to say (and what not to say) have either come from others or my own mouth. Turns out, the most helpful words to say to your anxious friend come straight out of God’s Word.
If you have a friend who struggles with anxious thoughts, either chronically or occasionally, here’s a list of three ways to comfort her.
It’s easy in the midst of a trial to forget God’s goodness. When we’re suffering, we often lose sight of the big picture.
I’ve been studying the book of Daniel and gleaned some treasures from an old, familiar story: Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego on the plain of Dura.
King Nebuchadnezzar had built a 90-ft. statue and assembled a crowd of important people—government officials, satraps, and leaders—to dedicate it. He commanded everyone to bow down and worship the statue whenever they heard the music, or be thrown into a furnace.
If you don’t already know the story, a plain full of important government officials bowed down to the statue when the music played. I’m picturing hundreds and hundreds.
All but three.