Part III Growing Faith
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
[FYI: This chapter is long and boring. So go ahead and skip it. All you really need to know is this: I went on a mission trip when I was a young adult, and it grew me up in so many ways. I grew in my self-confidence and I grew in my faith. But I would later discover that I had a lot more growing to do and that my faith and confidence were not as hunky-dory as I thought. Now you can go right to chapter 2, if you don't want to read a really long, boring chapter. You have my permission.]
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Friday, October 26, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
Through the Furnace: Your “Sweetly Broken” Journey
A heart-and-faith-changing workbook for people who like to think deeply, tackle the hard questions, challenge themselves, and journal.
(FYI - I reposted this series on its own blog at https://yoursweetlybrokenjourney.blogspot.com for easier access.)
Do You Want More?
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
went through the furnace, I loved God’s Word.
And I valued it immensely. And at
different times in my life, I would immerse myself in it. But at others, I would realize that I didn’t
take it out for weeks. I knew it was
important . . . I just didn’t live like it was important enough to be read every
day. (I’m just being honest
here.) I was so busy with life that I
convinced myself that it was enough to listen to godly music and read godly
books. Scripture was extra. Beneficial, but not as inspiring as music and
inspirational books. And frankly, it was
so familiar that it was boring and just not doing much for me anymore.
And as far as prayer was concerned, when I used to have my insomniac-ish nights, I would lay there and quiet my mind and pray, asking God to speak to me . . . in the hopes that by silencing my mind, I would actually be able to fall asleep. I didn’t really want to hear from Him. I just wanted sleep.
But now, after the furnace, the Word has become so alive to me. And prayer has become a life-line - an intimate, mind-boggling connection to my Heavenly Father. In fact, now I find that I have a hard time falling asleep because I don’t want to miss anything that He might want to tell me in the quietness and stillness of my heart and mind. It’s amazing to me that I, a lowly little worm, could communicate with the God who created the heavens and the earth, and that He actually wants to hear from me all the time. It’s very humbling.
Monday, October 8, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Saturday, October 6, 2012