A Good, Healthy Struggle
Listen to Today’s Devotion God’s using your struggle to toughen you up. It’s like viewing a movie after you’ve read the book. When something bad happens, everyone else gasps at the crisis on the screen. But…
Listen to Today’s Devotion God’s using your struggle to toughen you up. It’s like viewing a movie after you’ve read the book. When something bad happens, everyone else gasps at the crisis on the screen. But…
Listen to Today’s Devotion It’s been a long time, but there was a time when my daughters celebrated my daily arrival. Jenna was five at the time, Andrea three. Denalyn would alert them, and they’d…
Listen to Today’s Devotion You’ve been claimed. Adopted. God’s very own child! Romans 8:29: “For God knew his people in advance, and he chose them to become like his Son, so that his Son would…
Listen to Today’s Devotion Dread of death ends when you know heaven is your true home! In all my air travels I’ve never seen one passenger weep when the plane landed. Never. No one clings…
Listen to Today’s Devotion Is the dread of death robbing you your joy of life? It can. At the age of 37, Florence told her friends her life hung by a thread, and so she…
Listen to Today’s Devotion No one told me newborns make nighttime noises. All night long. They gurgle; they pant. They keep Daddy awake. One night I was on baby duty and Jenna’s breathing slowed. I…
Listen to Today’s Devotion One of my favorite childhood memories is greeting my father as he came home from work. My brother and I would take our positions on the couch and watch cartoons, always…
Listen to Today’s Devotion Each year God gives millions of parents a gift – a brand new baby. And dads make a decision. Make our children in our images? Or release our children to follow…
Listen to Today’s Devotion In Mark 5:23 we meet Jairus: a leader of the synagogue, one of the most important men in the community. But the man in this story is an humble man, who…
Listen to Today’s Devotion My daughters are too old for this now, but when they were young—crib-size and diaper-laden—I’d come home, shout their names, and watch them run to me with extended arms and squealing…