Sickness, Illness and disease are horrible and can make us question God’s love and involvement in our lives. But seek Jesus because He is waiting to tell you how important you are to Him.
After having a strong relationship with the Lord, I fell into a sinful practice. Even after I stopped, the shame didn't go away. I felt like God couldn't use me anymore. Then one day, He showed me the truth. He discarded my filthy rags of shame and clothed me with peace and hope.
No matter how much we like or dislike our home, we can take hope in knowing that, as believers in Christ, we will one day be welcomed to our perfect home.
God asks us to complete tasks we don’t wish to complete nor will necessarily feel capable of completing. When that happens, we mustn’t run like Jonah did, but learn to say yes to the Lord even in our weakness.
One of the main messages of Christmas is hope. But there are years in our life when those prayers for hope go unanswered. Even though it seems like God has failed you, you’re not alone. And even when it’s hard to see, there is always hope.
There is a spiritual war raging around us. But God sends angels to aid us in this struggle. I was possibly visited by one of these angels once, and eagerly await when I will see King Jesus come again with His angels.
Christ doesn't want us to be controlled by our emotions, but He does give us freedom to feel them when it's appropriate. It's our responsibility to know how and when to express them appropriately.
There can be true freedom and healing from abuse and trauma in one's past. I know through personal experience that this isn't easy, but it is achievable. I hope to give you some hope and tools in this devotional to help you shed the victimhood of your past pains. As you read this, I pray healing from your past and the King's blessing over you.
On Tuesday, December 3rd, 2019, Deb, my midwife, put the handheld ultrasound into her white coat pocket and placed her hand on mine. “I don’t think this is a healthy pregnancy, sweetie.” There had been trouble finding both my two older children’s heartbeats their eight week appointments, so there was probably nothing to worry about. But, then again I though, between thirteen to sixteen weeks there shouldn’t be a problem. “I’ll see if our ultrasound technician can squeeze you in.” Deb slipped out of the white room and came back a few minutes later to escort me to the ultrasound room. It didn’t take long for her to locate my baby, and I smiled as I saw his or her little form. She pushed it down and used every possible angle and feature, but the answer was still no. My baby who had stopped growing at about eight weeks and a day.