My roots had been ripped apart with each move too many times. I suffered transplant shock. A part of me was left behind. But then, a new friend gave me a lovely plaque: Bloom Where You are Planted. I cried. How, Lord? It hurts too much.
My roots had been ripped apart with each move too many times. I suffered transplant shock. A part of me was left behind. But then, a new friend gave me a lovely plaque: Bloom Where You are Planted. I cried. How, Lord? It hurts too much.
Not everyone loves the Baby in the Manger who grew up as the Savior of the World, and not everyone will love us because of Him.
Where is peace? We’ve been led to believe that peace is the absence of conflict and violence. Yet the truth is there is peace in the midst of all of this.
Have you ever felt the hair rise up on the back of your neck and experienced a horrible sense of dread you couldn’t wait to escape from, but you didn’t know why? This season is filled with horror, evil, and the unholy. If it doesn’t make you shudder, then you might want to read about some of my spine tinglers, brushes with the unholy, otherworldly beings who come against the Kingdom of God, and that the power of God is greater still.
Yet believers are hoodwinked by the Serpent, who slithers in under the radar, into believing these classes have no religious teachings. Worse yet, some use religious lingo that sounds Christian but is not.
As communities become less tolerant of our Christian faith, they need us more, even though they don’t know it.
Let us consider all we see that He’s created and praise Him for His self-revelation to us. May we thank Him for His immense love for us, drawing us to Himself.
Yet even in our short time on earth, we can trust God’s unfailing love for us.