Dedicating this to a good friend … you know who you are. And for all those who are overwhelmed with Life … look forward to a bubble or two.
Thoughts from Anna McCarthy on the first time she and a handful of ladies from her church went to a strip club.
Your thoughts on serving may be changed after reading this. I know mine waskine was.
Why is it I tend to only talk about the God I see in the rear-view mirror?
It’s easy to share stories of His presence after I’ve crested a hill or made it through the latest crisis. But I’ve come to realize that’s when the victory ends up being about me. My relationship with Christ. My answered prayer. My faith that sustained me. See what I mean–rear-view mirror.
Pathetic, just pathetic.
I want to have a confidence in the God of my today. He’s constant. It’s my pain, fear, and sometimes lack of faith that I struggle with. I am a broken person. I need to seek God’s face.
Lean in and I’ll whisper a secret fear to you. Will God think I’m crazy and selfish if I ask him to answer the prayer of my heart? I can’t tell others about my prayers to God because what would they think of me if the prayers don’t get answered? Maybe I’m asking with a self-serving heart? Maybe I’m spending too much time asking for my glory instead of His?
Then it came to me: It’s not the size of the ask, it’s the condition of the heart when I ask. I need to check on my heart when I go to God and not wait until the the blessing has played out. Half the blessing is in the process. The other half comes when I can see it.
In reading Torry Martin’s book, “Of Moose and Men” (Harvest House, 2016), a line jumped off the page and into my heart, “…God doesn’t just answer prayers. He sometimes exceeds our measly requests so that our cup may runneth over.” Torry shares stories of his life–as well as his best friend Rob and faithful dog, Sam–in Alaska and how God used challenges to show His presence.
I need to remember that God’s always awesome—always! I need to remember that it’s me and my self-run focus that gets in the way of receiving the blessings God has for me. He wants to bless me, and I want to be open to His blessing.
Just as in Mark 9:24, “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!”
I love it when a book changes my heart. That happened with this one. Give it a read. You’ll be blessed by it, too. And together we can tell of God’s blessings for us while we’re climbing our hills.
We are what we eat and drink. Maybe not spaghetti or iced tea, but we are what we take in. What do you hunger for, or put another way, what is important to you? And what does that have to do with having a blessed home?
All Christ-centered homes have at least one thing in common: Christ comes first. It isn’t the rules found in Scripture that makes a home Christ-centered. It’s the hearts of the people living in it. Reducing Christ to a list of rules leads to legalistic Christianity.
Help your family see God as loving, approachable and involved. Include God in your daily conversations in your home. Make attending church non-negotiable. And show how seeking and serving God can be fun. Remember, the only way to show it is to do it.
Try to put Psalms 63:1 into practice, “You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water.” You and your family will benefit when a heart—your heart—hungers and thirsts after God.
Courage is not the absence of fear … it’s the presence of hope. Check out Shelly Beach’s latest blog. You’ll be blessed by it.
April 1, 2011 was the day the dam broke. That’s the day my life changed forever. That’s the day I had the seizure that left me temporarily paralyzed on my right side. That’s the day doctors found my brain tumor.
That’s the day I learned my brain tumor had been growing between ten and twelve years. That’s the day I realized doctors had made a mistake when they told me the twitching in my hand had been from aging.That’s the day the doctors told me to get my affairs in order because I needed surgery. That’s the day they couldn’t promise I’d live through it. That’s the day when my husband of only four years had to look at the possibility of caring for a person who would forever be less than who she was when he married her.
Because I’ve been under the weather a bit, I skipped writing a blog post this week. Instead, I’ve been concentrating on getting better … and spending time with my new tool, Screviner. I’m working on something totally out of my wheelhouse and need all the help I can get. But looking through some of my past posts, I thought I’d bring back one of my favorites from the past year. Just click on the link: https://wordpress.com/post/robinluftig.com/1585.
And if you have any suggestions on Screviner, please offer a hand up.
Last Saturday I spoke to several groups of inner city women on the subject of forgiveness. Days before the event, I began spending time in prayer asking God to push me out of the way so His words could be heard. I thanked Him for such a great opportunity given to me.
When Saturday came, I was pleased to see the groups of ladies signed up for our session were small enough to allow the women to feel safe in sharing their stories. We visited subjects from drug abuse to children in prison. Our conversations went from dealing with abusers to moving on from self-loathing. All subjects were cloaked in the purpose of forgiveness.
Check out my friend’s blog. Scarred, But Not Broken. Debbie has a keen insight to her relationship with the Great Physician. I am blessed by her willingness to share. You, too, can be blessed.
Have you ever matched your life to Job’s? The Bible tells us of his struggles and loss, only to be shown favor in the end.
But that’s not the complete story—it’s also a story of God’s power over Evil.