My best friends have started to make choices that I am not comfortable with. How do I go about loving them and standing up for what I believe in without coming off as judging them or thinking I am "better" than them?
I am a shy person, which is something I am trying to overcome. This shyness sometimes makes it hard for me to be friendly and to properly love people. Can you give me some practical, day-to-day tips on how to overcome this?
“If I slip into the place that can be filled by Christ alone, making myself the first necessity to a soul instead of leading it to fasten upon Him, then I know nothing of Calvary love.” - Amy Carmichael“I can’t believe we are actually going to our first party as a married couple!” I told Eric happily as our old-but-faithful Toyota pulled into the circular dr
One of the most powerful, convicting, and inspiring messages I’ve ever encountered is found in the pages of a little booklet called If written by Amy Carmichael—a missionary to India in the early 1900s. In the introduction to the book, she explains how a difficult situation in her life caused her to ask the question, “What do I know of Calvary love?” She began t
I Have a Secret Confession.I’ve thought a lot about it over the years and need to get it out in the open. Once you hear it, you may call me crazy. You likely won’t understand what I mean, but it’s still true. I’ve talked with other warrior poets over the years and many of them agree with me.Okay, okay. I won’t put it off any longer.
The auditorium buzzed with noise and activity as people arrived and found their seats, waiting for the high school musical to begin. I had been invited to attend the event with two girls who were several years older than me, which, at fifteen, was a huge honor. As the three of us chatted together, a woman named Cindy* (the former youth leader of one of the girls I was with) came up to say hello.
by Heather Coferthe setapartgirl TeamJess SchwartzJasmin Howell
Jess says:Unforgiveness and bitterness walk hand-in-hand. We often think that these two wily fellows can be kept contained in nice little pots, reserved to poison just one person, but that isn’t the case. They always spread to other parts of the garden of our heart and wreak havoc in our other relationships.
It was 1942.The world was in turmoil as World War II broke out across the globe. Eighteen-year-old Peggy Covell waited anxiously at her home in America for news about her parents—missionaries to Japan who had fled to the Philippines after the war began. When she heard that the Japanese had overrun the Philippines, she feared the worst.