Blogs for the Broken
It was an interesting mix of personalities, those that surrounded me. I sat reading in the waiting room, keeping separate and quiet, close to my Lord. My trust wanted to lie in Him and Him alone, regardless of the outcome.
We’re a people divided as a COVID-19 contrast makes itself increasingly clearer. We either want it taken seriously, often because we’ve had experiences with it, or we’re fighting for our rights, regardless of who it may hurt.
I sit in a state of pause, feeling helpless as an individual in a global pandemic, wishing I could make a difference. I realize I can. I can take a knee and pause for the pandemic, aiding those on the front-lines with my behavior.
When God speaks His promises to our hearts, prophesies on our lives, He’s working behind the scenes to achieve the goal. What then, when we’ve not seen results? When will they come to pass?
It was the middle of the night. Life had changed for me. I felt like I’d returned home, a child of God who’d been lost in a chaos that’d held me captive for too long. Evil works like that, using circumstances to draw our attention away from the living...
My publisher had closed unexpectedly and my own marketing efforts came to an end. I run my husband’s vinyl record shop now, but God altered my life for good reason.
There’s a river that God’s in the midst of. It’s so influential that even the streams coming from it refresh the distant lands they touch. It’s a holy place, that river. It houses the most High.
Why are the timid, the weak, the loving always attacked? Why can’t we win against evil? How can hate be so powerful? Peace on earth can be experienced! It is real!
The wrong shall fail. The right can prevail. Do you hear the bells? They are ringing out your freedom!
Social media acceptance, the need for those beyond our local reach to approve of us, is a driving force in the daily life of many. However, evil lurks on the internet, overstepping moral boundaries. Seek God’s wisdom and take protective steps.
We’re creatures of habit, change is hard, and our minds are powerful. Though true, these three thoughts influence us negatively when old haunts taunt.