Living on the Warpath
But this heaven-bound path we’re on is also a warpath. We are engaged in a fight every single day of our lives. It’s a fight about truth, trusting God, and believing His Word. It’s a fight against lies and deception.
Resource Library
Resource Library
Cultivating Children
In the process of being nurtured, children learn the quality of their parents’ love (security), the limits of their own liberty (maturity), and the characteristics of a healthy independence (purity).
The Need to Grow Up
There are few things cuter than the cluelessness of children. However, there are few things more tragic than an adult living a clueless life.
What to Do with an Empty Nest
The last stage of marriage is that period of time when the nest is empty—either empty of the children or of one of the mates—or both. This is a critical stage in the home. All sorts of strange and unpredictable feelings transpire, and we find ourselves in need of stabilizing thoughts and direction.
Hope: the Anchor for Your Soul
Hope. It’s the one thing you and I cannot live without. But trying to hold on to hope can take all your strength, particularly when hope’s old enemy, doubt, drags you toward despair.
Providing for Others
Often we don’t meet needs because we’re too busy living our own lives. But by not helping, we miss out on God’s blessings. It’s through providing for others our lives are enriched.
Five Steps to Crazy Joy
Those whose lives are marked by illogical, outrageous joy seem to display five characteristics that form an acronym for GRACE.
Supper's Ready
Washing up for dinner is something we all learn as children. But in spiritual terms, there’s a banquet you’re invited to, which requires more than just soap and water—it takes blood.
Growing in Life
Life is all about growing and learning. And it’s in the day-to-day living that we learn how to forgive, how to handle disappointment, and admit failure. It’s in the day-to-day struggles that we mature.
Choosing Church
When I think back to my years in university, I can’t justify church-skipping any more than I can defend missing class. I had a million excuses though. I didn’t know anyone, I didn’t like the music, it was too far, etcetera.
