Dear Paige, Addie & Brinnley, Ahh how I love you each so dearly! You’re all fast asleep upstairs, tucked into bed, and I’m down here on the computer begging God to speak through me because I don’t feel I have any words left to give, to say tonight for this
Unlike any other child who ever came into the world, God named Himself. And these are the names He chose. Wonderful Counselor Mighty God Everlasting Father Prince of Peace… I love how God chose to enter our world…as a baby, the sinless being placed in the hands of the sinful.
There is no doubt we live in a time of unrest all around the world. We can all feel it…even if we don’t talk about it. We see it on the nightly news, and we hear about it as we pick our kids up from school or as we head
Isaiah 40:11 He tends his flock like a shepherd; He gathers the lambs in his arms And carries them close to his heart; He gently leads those that have young. God is my Shepherd. A few weeks ago my husband and I found out that our sweet little Brinnley
__________________ God’s name is Jehovah-Jireh…which means “The Lord will provide” __________________ I have to be honest with you and say there are some stories in the Bible I’m a little uneasy with…today’s story is unfortunately one of them. You see, I struggle with the idea of Abraham willingly sacrificing Isaac…the
One of our greatest joys at Love God Greatly is to connect with women from all over the world {ah, internet, you are a beautiful thing!}. And my, oh my, has God done some major connecting! Did you know that Love God Greatly Online Bible Studies are in over seventy countries worldwide? You read
I can almost see Paul as he finishes the book of Galatians. Like a loving father, he has something important to say and he wants to make sure those who are reading get the magnitude of his words. No longer content to dictate the letter to a scribe, Paul writes
I am a rule keeper. I LOVE knowing what is expected of me and if I’m meeting those expectations. And if I find out that I’m not, the anxiety begins and I unknowingly go from being a free woman in Christ to an enslaved woman to other people’s expectations and
I grew up in a bi-racial family… typing that sounds weird to me because I never saw my family that way. After my parents divorced my mom later remarried and my dad, technically my step-dad, just happened to be half Cherokee and half Mexican…but fully my dad. I never saw
I woke up this morning to the sound of my phone ringing. It was an early morning phone call… the kind you don’t ever want to get. The kind you witness through TV or the movies but pray you don’t ever receive in real life. That was the kind of