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Insight for Today

Written by Chuck Swindoll, these encouraging devotional thoughts are published seven days per week.

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The Fine Art of Blowing It

Let’s face it, success is overrated. All of us crave it despite daily proof that man’s real genius lies in quite the opposite direction. It’s really incompetence that we’re all pros at.

Someday

Yes, someday when the kids are grown, things are going to be a lot different. One by one they’ll leave our nest, and the place will begin to resemble order and maybe even a touch of elegance.

Who’s Delinquent?

Teenagers get a bum rap. Always have. For some reason, if you’re between 12 and 20, you’re suspect. Cops stare and senior citizens glare. Why? Well...

Being Real, Part Two

Losing your hair takes time, and it’s pretty painful to have your eyes drop out and your joints get loose. But in the long run, that’s the only way to be. REAL.

Our Speech

Looking for ways to make your witness more gracious, more winsome? Interested in communicating Christ’s love and in building bridges that attract others to Him? Start with your speech...and don’t worry if folks can guess what part of the country you’re from.

A Better Foreman

A person is a product of his or her own thoughts. Thoughts form the thermostat which regulates what we accomplish in life. My body responds and reacts to the input from my mind. If I feed it with doubt, worry, and discouragement, that is precisely the kind of day I will experience.

Going...Not Knowing, Part Two

Going...yet not knowing. Obeying...yet not understanding. Beginning a journey that is unpredictable, risky, untried, and appearing virtually insane—yet prompted by none other than the Lord Himself.

Going...Not Knowing, Part One

Going...yet not knowing. As followers of our Lord we believe He leads us in a certain direction...or in pursuit of a precise goal. That leading is unmistakably clear. Not necessarily logical or explainable, but clear.

A Message for Misfits

Remember now, God is the One who builds trophies from the scrap pile...who draws His clay from under the bridge...who makes clean instruments of beauty from the filthy failures of yesteryear.

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