Choosing Rest
Maybe the restfulness that I long for is somewhat of a choice. Maybe it’s a conscious effort to ask the Spirit to help me claim what I know that I need.
Maybe the restfulness that I long for is somewhat of a choice. Maybe it’s a conscious effort to ask the Spirit to help me claim what I know that I need.
We still do May Day baskets because it’s an opportunity, a simple-easy way to love someone. It’s a way to reach into a life and say, “Hey, I value you. I’m glad that you’re here.”
Our loving Father wraps His arms of love around us whenever we need Him.
On National Siblings Day, we asked our Facebook fans to share family photos. We’ve collected a few favorites and hope these pictures bring back fond family memories.
A little boy’s anger toward his brother gives way as he learns to serve.
For a child to know he’s forgiven is a powerful thing. It’s a powerful thing, indeed.
I feel, as I move through motherhood, that I’m honoring God when I’m most true to who He made me to be. He gave us His Word as a moral perimeter for our well-being. But within that loving fence, there is room to move. To stretch. To be free.
I don’t care if your children are seven or 70; it’s not too late to turn them over to our Heavenly Father. So, give your children to God this Easter and celebrate with a renewed joy and a supernatural peace.
He binds and bandages the brokenness of my spirit. He stitches the seams of my soul. He takes what’s been torn and holds it together, until in His mercy and grace, I am healed.
Refreshment–it’s the sweet blessing we receive when we reach into the needs of others with God’s kind of love and care.
He sees my grit. He sees my grime. And He washes me with mercy ‘til the water runs clean with grace.
It goes without saying that whenever you bless someone, you are doubly blessed.