Devotion

Devotion

A Narrow Road
The History & Passion Behind Set Apart Girl

by Leslie Ludy

When I was eighteen, I read a book* that became a defining influence upon my life. It was a biography written by Elisabeth Elliot about the life of Amy Carmichael who was missionary to India in the early 1900s. As a young woman in Ireland, Amy felt God calling her to give up the pursuits and pleasures of the world and become fully consecrated to Him.


Devotion

Abandon Anxious Thoughts

by Jasmin Howell

My afternoon nap ended abruptly as I awoke to a constriction in my chest, difficulty breathing, and a general sense of panic flooding through my body. “Something’s wrong…” was all I could say to my husband before I began to weep uncontrollably.


Devotion

Welcome His Presence

Annie Wesche

“Lord, let me live that I may bring You glory!”


Devotion

True Joy
Finding Happiness that Lasts

by Leslie Ludy

The air felt oppressively hot and sticky.  A haze of dust and grime engulfed me as I watched dirty, half-naked children scamper around the rows of ramshackle cardboard houses.  It was hard to fathom that hundreds of people actually lived in this cramped, filthy neighborhood — one of many “colonias” (poor, make-shift communities) near Juarez, Mexico.  Most of the ho


Devotion

Embracing the Pruning Seasons

by Jess White

I stared at the young sapling in front of me with a quizzical expression, trying to figure out exactly how to take the information I gleaned from the internet and translate it into working knowledge.


Devotion

Even in This

Annie Wesche

They will have no fear of bad news; their hearts are steadfast, trusting in the Lord.
Psalm 112:7 (NIV)


Devotion

The Struggle of Obedience
Living for Jesus No Matter the Cost

by Heather Cofer

I walked into the living room to find toys scattered everywhere and a very forlorn figure sitting in the midst of them.


Devotion

We Are Not Consumed

Annie Wesche

Slipping into the bathroom of our single-wide mobile home on the orphanage property, I pulled the thin plastic door closed behind me.  I was barely holding myself together and, not wanting to alarm anyone else by my internal battle becoming an external display of tears, I sought out the only place that had some measure of privacy.  I fell to my knees and pressed my eyes tightly shut.&


Devotion

How do I make Jesus my all?

How do I make Jesus my all? I am saved but I know that I haven't made Jesus my all. I want Him to be, but I am not sure how to make that happen.


Devotion

Becoming a Bravehearted Woman
The World-Changing Power of Christ-Centered Femininity

by Leslie Ludy

The stillness of the African night was shattered by a piercing scream. Fair-skinned, red-haired Mary Slessor hurried out of her hut, a concerned look on her face. As she stood listening, she heard the sound of yelling and drumming growing steadily louder in the distance.