Driving home in my little red Corvette, I watched layers of ice thicken across my windshield. At first, it felt like an ordinary winter day. Little did I know, this moment would mark a divine intervention that would speak directly to my heart.
One of my dear friends coined a word that has stuck with me—Godfidence. Whether in the deodorant we choose or the shampoo we use, we’re often told we need more confidence. But the answer is even simpler than that.
Sometimes when I pray, the Lord shows me these lovely pictures. I used to think these were mere daydreams interrupting my prayer focus. I’d try to refocus, but the images continued to break my concentration. One day, in a small prayer circle, the woman who prayed before me shared the pictures she saw as she prayed. I’d never heard anyone share in this way before, but her courage inspired me to share the pictures I saw.
The pen sat on the carpeted floor, too heavy to lift. Tears streamed down my cheeks. For twenty minutes, I stared at it, sure I was unable to carry the weight of the mantle it represented. No, I wasn’t accepting a commission to lead millions out of Egypt into the Promised Land. Or was I? In my doubt, God pointed to my pen like He did with Moses’ staff in Exodus 4:2 and asked, “What is that you have in your hand?”
Israel’s Ministry of Tourism chose me and three other Christian journalists from the US for a tour of the Holy Land. The first week of June 2024, walking to pick up my baggage at the Tel Aviv airport, I saw photos of the hostages still in captivity, with their names and the pleas for their safe return. It caught my heart, especially since many of my family served my country. I had no clue that this week a rescue mission would bring home four of the hostages.
Nearly 25 years ago, while praying, I heard a gentle whisper in my spirit. The Lord asked me to invite Christian women authors I knew to join an online community.
Enthusiastic for life and passionate for God, Dawn Scott Damon’s ministry emerged from a traumatic childhood that led to an unexpected midlife shaking
I’m always absolutely sure I can shove one more thing in there. It doesn’t matter that it’s already overflowing or that I have to quick-catch some flyaway plastic wrap and wrangle an escaping tea bag resting on some soggy junk mail. I win if I can squeeze in one more thing.
The arrival of a new year feels like turning a page in the story of our lives. It is a time to pause, reflect, and take steps toward the things that matter most.
Stacy Sanchez never thought her golden years would be spent this way. She and her husband had plans—a quaint retirement by the beach, mornings spent sipping coffee and evenings filled with peace. But everything changed when Child Protective Services dropped off her seven-year-old grandson with nothing but a small bag and a shattered heart.