I am saved by grace. I asked Jesus to be my Savior, and He forgave my sins and redeemed me. He is MINE! and I am HIS! My hope is in Him alone, and I know without any doubt my future is secure. May I live in a way that…
HYMN DAY! “Blessed Assurance” by Fanny Crosby fills me with joy and—yes!—assurance. I pray its message floods you with peace. 1 Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God, born of his Spirit, washed in his blood. Refrain: This is…
This world is so noisy. It screams its “truths” that often aren’t true at all. I can’t blithely follow the popular view. I must balance “truth” and its result against Scripture. If it contradicts His Word, then I must run from it. This world does not have my best interest…
Ah, the Golden Rule. How lovely the world would be if everyone followed it. I can’t change the world and make it honor God’s instruction, but I can change me. And if I change me, I might impact one other person for good. And that might change his small corner…
“Good things” from my human standpoint are often not nearly as important as I think they are. They’re usually temporary things. God does bless me with temporary things that bring my heart delight, but I think He’s more interested in gifting me in ways that are eternal. If I ask…
When I ask God to grow my faith and trust, He does; when I seek His will, He guides; when I knock on His door of grace, He answers. Thank You, Father.
Hoo-boy, “don’t judge me!” is quite the rally cry in today’s society. Sometimes said in jest, other times in anger, but always a warning to back off. How did Jesus judge? Always in compassion AND truth. This, then, should be my goal. Because it’s part of loving like Jesus.
I so regret the years I wasted in fruitless worry. I mourn the effect it had on my health and the trickle-over on my kids because it kept me from being the kind of mommy they deserved. I can’t reverse it, but I pray I can make up for it…
The older I get, the sweeter Heaven becomes. Before I go, though, I want to do more to make a difference down here. I don’t have unlimited resources, but I pray I use what I have wisely—and that I use all of it, not withholding anything that would point others…
Whoa. Strong words, these. God forgiving me is contingent upon me forgiving others? It feels a little threatening. But maybe it’s less threat than wise warning. God knows harboring grudges does me no good. Grudges lead to revenge or a bitter spirit; grudges break down relationships. Forgiveness, on the other…