In those painful early days, I did things I never dreamed I was capable of. I shudder to think of the person I was becoming.
I don’t know where you are today, but I know we all must work on making good choices, God choices. It’s a daily—really a moment by moment—choice to follow God, to cling to the hope He brings. I don’t know about you, but I’m working on making the right choices.
I wonder why some people find their faith solidified in the face of extreme trials while others see their faith wither and die.
None of us likes the pain and trials of this world. We don’t rejoice when life gets hard, when we are struck with illness or the loss of a loved one. We don’t look forward to these painful circumstances that are part of the human experience.
The tears welled up as the dagger was stuck into my heart and twisted so deeply. The stereotypical comment was more than my bleeding heart could handle. In that moment, I contemplated never stepping foot in a church again.
Toxic people. We have to be discerning enough to recognize toxic people and bold enough to deal with them—whatever the cost.
“Good morning Gorgeous.” I could count on that text several mornings every single week for seven years.
It seems like a lifetime, and yet I remember it as if it was yesterday. So much happened in that moment of surrender, a moment that changed the entire trajectory of my life.
I don’t remember what the fight was about, but I do remember it was obviously my fault. At least that’s what he told me.
In the midst of unthinkable fear and pain, we choose one thing...