We need to be that proactive in our own lives with sin as well. With the Spirit’s leading, we can root things out. Face problems head on. We can do the right things and avoid the harmful things. Take our daily spiritual vitamins. Cook home meals instead of always choosing convenience.
Sometimes, we have to ask God to teach us what the harmful things are so we know to avoid them. We have to ask Him to show us those first hints of declining spiritual health.
I can recognize it better now. The foggy, fuzzy feeling that coasts along in apathy at best and morphs into inadequacy and despair at worst. Depression. And although I can recognize it, I don’t have the power in me to tell it to go. I am thankful for the ability to recognize it. I remember going…
John 17:3 — And this is eternal life, that they may know You, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom You have sent. John 17:17 — Sanctify them by your truth. Your word is truth. Eternal life can begin now, at the moment of believing on Jesus Christ. The moment we believe, we are…
I heard the noise before I opened my eyes. I wondered how many of them were up already. I fought back temptations of anxiety thinking of the mess that was surely already made. Fuel up. Don’t go out there empty and unarmed. Being a blessing to people includes the little people who live with me…
2 years later. I’m so thankful for this journey. I have learned so much about so many medical issues. I have learned so much faith. HARD faith – but when is faith not hard? I have gained so much empathy for so many families, many I’ve met only BECAUSE of this journey. I have so…
I see you. And, probably, I get you. I figure you’re probably like me, torn between wanting to have nice family activities and fearing public meltdowns. Maybe you made the plans a few days ago, and maybe you even dreaded coming after solidifying the decision. But some sense of normalcy… the luxury of simply going to…
This morning, I woke up Gideon for school. If I have to wake up Gideon, he’s TIRED. He resisted, of course, and borrowed under his seventy-some-odd blankets that he insists on sleeping with. I dragged him out by his big feet. He struggled against me, seeking the darkness. I pulled on those ankles, those long…
I started a post yesterday. I’d had a conversation with an individual about Noah and a health concern to just keep an eye on. I left the conversation with the impression that this individual didn’t hear me, didn’t believe me, and didn’t understand me. I felt completely dismissed. It made me angry. Empathy, I thought.…