When the Answer Is ‘No’
God loves me too much to give me what is not best. I’m grateful to be in the center of His hand, where I can rest in the sweet place of relationship and love.
God loves me too much to give me what is not best. I’m grateful to be in the center of His hand, where I can rest in the sweet place of relationship and love.
A grandmother’s love evokes the love of Christ–strong and pure and sweet.
Sometimes I draw worry into my emotional heart as naturally as my physical lungs draw air. How to just live today?
Watching this boy learning to serve others moves my soul. One day I hope that our boys will be men with a passion for serving their own families, churches, communities, and the world.
I understand being worried and afraid. Uncertain and alone. Out of my comfort zone. When suddenly the water seems threatening and cold and safe comfort seems far.
Sometimes we’re called to wait, and it’s hard. But that’s when the Lord molds our character.
There’s a richness here. An abundant goodness. A more-than-enough grace flowing over this family, flowing into our home.
Grandpa saw the desire of someone else’s heart, and he gave from his own. I want to be a compassionate giver… I want to give to others without reserve.
The sweet truth is, that in God’s hands, a small amount becomes more than enough.
How the life-transforming light of Jesus illuminates all corners of our lives, even on a mid-summer’s night.
I consider, in this sweet circle of family, that in this world death is a part of life, but the Lord doesn’t leave us alone in this pain.
Sometimes I can hear the Lord whisper… It’s okay, Shawnelle, just trust. I’m here. But I tremble. Even though I know His arms are there.