A warrior is there to battle and tear down oppression, while protecting others. God does that. But God is more than all that. He’s a warrior who saves.
Changing the conversation from passive to active. Instead of asking what we need or telling us to “let you know if…”, offer to come:
When a widow is steeped in the fog of grief, it is not your job or responsibility to pull them out. That is not what they need. A widow needs time to feel and grieve and process.
Today, I’m thankful for my life. See, four years ago, I almost bled to death.
Sometimes, you need to chew on scripture a little and let it really speak to you.
Oh, I know. It’s Jonah. He was flawed, but obedient. Well…
Life sometimes feels like we’re the puzzle piece being shifted around, never finding where we fit.
How are you? Three words that I dread hearing; that make me freeze and back peddle and fumble with words. Why?
There are widows out there who feel like they have to live for their late spouse. Worse, are the family and friends who think, promote, and encourage this.
Today is a big remembering kind of day.
Trials come along. We aren’t exactly expecting them, but here they are. What am I supposed to do with them?