I wake up every morning feeling fragile. I do not obsess over my mortality; rather, I am grateful to a larger extent each day the gift that my life, health, and strength are. I Do Not Take Life For Granted. Still, I stride boldly into each day, chin out. It's a farce, but it works. …
Until recently, I would get upset with people for not appreciating the knots I insisted on tying myself into on their behalf. Ma'am, Who Asked You To? I was socialized to self-sacrifice. I would give, expecting balance. Not quid pro quo, but certainly not what I got. What I received in response was entitlement. Additionally, …
You don't need to do anything. Your joy alone will strengthen your witness and you will have the capacity to change someone else’s life. Even when I believe I have little else, I never lose mt joy for long.
I am grateful for my restful state. Because I am yielded, I have experienced that peace passing all understanding. Even when things should be on fire, I am calm.
This year, and I've said this before, I'm taking NO Ls. I am reclaiming my my peace and my power.
"If God be our God, He will give us peace in trouble." That peace is Sabbath.
The Very Definition of Both/And This morning's devotion, Born for More, included this admonishment, “Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think.” You serve an Ephesians 3:20 God, accomplishing exceedingly, abundantly, above anything you could hope, ask, …
Each morning, I give thanks that I have earned a tomorrow, but I’m neither waiting nor wasting. Our present is all we have, and even that is not promised.
Thursday Confessional -- the Peace Edition
Joy is a shield. Praise is a weapon.