Opinion

DEVOTIONAL

DEVOTIONAL

How tragic it is Christian, when we allow the temptations and the enticements of this world to mesmerize our fleshly desires in such a way that our voices become silenced, silenced to God’s eternal judgement. In these moments it is as if we are led away to a holding cell, that is, a place in our mind where we can only see our wants and desires. It is then we become blinded to the reality that God will one day judge the world according to His perfect righteousness, and that His anger burns against the unrighteous, those who trample under their feet His beloved Son, Jesus Christ. Oh Christian, if your mouth ever becomes silenced for any reason, may the Lord hurl a mighty tempest in your pathway. May he lose your tongue and force you to speak as Jeremiah, crying, “But if I say, ‘I will not remember Him or speak anymore in His name, then in my heart it becomes like a burning fire shut up in my bones; and I am tired of holding it in, and I cannot endure it.” May conviction in your heart become so inflamed when you think about the groans and shrieks of those who have been cast into utter darkness, that you will begin to plead with all, “Look unto Christ, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth: for He is God, and there is none else.”

Mothers don’t get days. We get moments.
Mothers don’t get days. We get moments.

Mothers don’t get days. We get moments.

I could fill the world with books about the moments I’ve had as a mother. Seconds exchanged, glimpses of the glories of God found in the faces of the three children that I love most. Moments. Just passing, casual, regular minutes that burrow themselves into my heart, flashes of life so real that they weigh me down and they push me forward and they always, always keep me looking back at what God has done.

Taylor - Made The Broad or the Narrow

Taylor - Made The Broad or the Narrow

I woke up last Saturday a bit early for it being my day off. Instead of going back to sleep like I normally would though, I decided to make some coffee and sit on my back porch. With nothing but the birds chirping and my cat Starfox prowling around in the grass, I started thinking about how my life would be easier had I only taken different paths in my life. Then I remembered the following scripture:

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