Casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ...2 Corinthians 10:5I sat tensely on the bed, trying to slow down my breathing. My heart was beating rapidly. My thoughts were racing. My hands were shaking. It was happening again. That overwhelming sense of doo
If I am soft to myself and slide comfortably into the vice of self-pity and self-sympathy; if I do not by the grace of God practice fortitude, then I know nothing of calvary love.- Amy CarmichaelMarissa pulled her car into the driveway of her little blue house and sighed as a feeling of heaviness descended upon her. It had been a hard week. Actually, it had been a hard year.
If we say that we have fellowship with Him, and walk in darkness, we lie and do not practice the truth.1 John 1:6Several weeks ago, the dynamics among the Ludy siblings were a bit “off.” Bickering, tattling, and selfishness had been continually tainting the peaceful atmosphere of our family.
I have been around countless moms who roll their eyes at the notion that motherhood can be beautiful. They laugh at the idea that there can be dignity in raising children. They scoff at the suggestion that a mom of small kids can be calm, well-groomed, and well-rested.
“One of these days some simple soul will pick up the Book of God, read it and believe it.”– Leonard RavenhillSeveral years ago I read the autobiography of Hudson Taylor, the heroic missionary to China whom our son is named after. At the age of 17, Hudson was living a mediocre Christian life and continually being pulled toward sin.