Spiritual warfare is real. According to 2 Corinthians 4:18, the spiritual realm is even more real than the physical world. But it’s challenging enough to do battle with the devils we can see, let alone the ones we can’t. Is it possible for Christians to stand up against spiritual attacks and make a difference in the world?
Experts believe the Widow Brain serves as a coping mechanism to protect us from the intense pain and grief of loss. We may think we are abnormal because the symptoms last so long; they can last up to one year or longer.
Have you ever had one of those days where everything seemed to fall apart? Maybe it’s not just a day—perhaps it’s weeks, months, or even years of turmoil and chaos. When everything feels like it’s crumbling, it’s easy to believe it will never get better. Hope can feel lost.
I sat alone with God, reflecting on the jobs I’d held. He lovingly explained that I was not defined by things He gave me to hold.
When my family lived in Taiwan, each Christmas and Easter I went into schools and shared about Jesus. One of the first times, I was speaking to some kindergarteners, and I said, “You know how your parents love you even when you do something wrong?” Every child shook their head NO. It broke my heart. I shifted gears, remembering the culture I was in. These children had learned already that love was earned and could easily be lost in their culture.
When my husband, Tom, was in high school, a classmate leaned over and casually asked, “Hey, would you like to go to church with me sometime?” Tom wasn’t opposed to church. He’d just never been invited before. This invitation got him to a place where he began hearing the gospel.
Many of us live it. Our self-concept is flawed. We place ourselves before a funhouse mirror, convinced we are looking at a true reflection.
Clarity doesn’t always show up at the top of the mountain—sometimes it waits for you halfway down, breathless and freezing, with a lesson you didn’t expect to learn.
Have you ever been tired—deep in your soul? The kind of tired that sleep doesn’t fix, where the weight of everything feels too heavy to carry? The world keeps demanding more, no matter how much you give, it never seems enough.
Someone called me Super Woman the other day and I received it. Practically caped it. It was completely undeserved and the cape altogether ill-fitting, and still I received it. Just so’s you know, though, anytime I’m acting like I have everything all together, feel free to remind me that sometimes I still sing the song to find my way to the book of Ezra