Probably the biggest fear that single women deal with is that if they don’t take matters into their own hands, they will miss every opportunity to be married. Today’s guys are not often well-trained in the art of winning, pursuing, and cherishing the heart of a woman. And oft
I’d like to let you in on a little-known secret: If you are single, God has a much higher calling upon your life than spending all your time and energy trying to snag a husband.(Shocking, I know.)While such a statement may seem obvious when it’s written out in black and white, in real life it can easily become blurry.
Whenever Valentine’s Day approaches, the subject of romantic relationships surfaces suddenly, like a deep-sea diver coming up for air. You can’t write a book called When God Writes Your Love Story and not be roped into the topic of romance on Valentine’s Day.
It’s surprising how many Christ-focused young women I meet have a difficult time transferring their romance with Jesus into the arena of guys. We might accept the fact that Jesus Christ is a princely, heroic gentleman who laid down His very life on our behalf. But when it comes to
Faith is not faith unless it is tested. And the single woman who entrusts her future love story to God certainly has before her a mighty test of faith, especially in our world today. As the years of singleness follow one after the other, will she choose to turn to the world’s pattern or will she stand unwaveringly, trusting in her God?
Sabina Wurmbrand’s life made an impact that has reverberated into innumerable lives. Imagine yourself in Romania, in 1945. Communism has recently stormed Romania and is raining torrents of hatred and persecution upon the Christians. They've also taken a more subtle approach through seeking to slither their way into the inner ranks of the Church.
Probably the biggest fear that single women deal with is that if they don’t take matters into their own hands, they will miss out on the opportunity to be married. Today’s guys are not well-trained in the art of winning, pursuing, and cherishing the heart of a woman.
A sweet, thirteen year old girl waits quietly in her parents’ living room, eyes closed, nervously toying with the lace on her new dress, imaging what in the world her parents are up to.
I would like to take a moment and, on behalf of Warrior Poets everywhere, apologize for the fact that there are impostor Warrior Poets. Actually, there are a whole bunch of them, far too many. And frankly, we true warrior-poets-in-the-making have a very low regard for them.