The Quiet Place
There is a quiet place with God that I often must go. It’s where I sense His beckoning to come and sit so I might listen to what’s on His heart.
There is a quiet place with God that I often must go. It’s where I sense His beckoning to come and sit so I might listen to what’s on His heart.
Many years ago while working in the hospital in middle management I had heard the rumors of pink slips going out. This meant there would be a fair amount of people being “let go.”
Some things I’ve learned: God has a schedule all of His own.
We talk about boundaries a lot here. It is a particular area of struggle for many.
This past weekend I had a dream that utterly troubled me. I woke up with a heavy heart and a deep grief. I knew it was a warning dream. However, in God’s kindness He warns. I called a friend to
(I wrote this about an hour before our Monday night support group. I wanted to also share it here with you.)
In Acts 16:25-34 we see a beautiful scene play out. Paul and Silas are in prison and they begin to worship.
Pain has many hidden purposes. I hope you’ll let it teach you. But I can’t promise that you’ll like it for a good long while.
Whew. This is gonna be a tough one. Rarely do I get two writings in one morning. So, this causes me to pay close attention to what God is saying. This writing shortly after, “Jesus is There” in the same morning.
Some of you are so angry at your present circumstance. You’re silently blaming this one and that one for the place you’re in.