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4 Those who had been scattered preached the word wherever they went. 5 Philip went down to a city in…
4 Those who had been scattered preached the word wherever they went. 5 Philip went down to a city in…
How can you say you have no time? God gave us 24 hours and 7 days a week each. He…
I was raised in a pious Roman Catholic family, and we went to church every Sunday. Even at a very…
This morning, even before reaching the office, I have had 3 support requests. Another one came in just as I…
The method has always been our prerogative. The medium has always been dictated by circumstances. God has always allowed us…
Never forget to bring it back to Jesus. Let’s step forward in faith and humility, hope and courage, and with our five stones, come before Him expecting Him to move.
A mob quickly formed against Paul and Silas, and the city officials ordered them stripped and beaten with wooden rods….
Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends. John 15:13 NKJV When…
No one goes through the fire without being burned. No one goes through the storm without being drenched. No one…
What does genuine love and care for others look like? The Bible says that one of the markers of true…
Love is making a decision to commit to fulfilling another person’s legitimate needs. Love is not having butterflies in your…
I don’t feel anything most of the time. That’s why I love musicals so much, and movies, and tv shows…
someone mentioned that there’s this new burger outlet, the one we liked, the one we sought out that one time…
Everything is seen through the lens of this blasted situation. Every memory is tainted with an oh-shit thats-why face-palm moment…
So. Wanting to kill one’s self over love implies that it’s not real love. Because real love is worth fighting for. Death brings eternal sleep, dark forgetfulness that negates everything that ever happened. Real love endures so much that even painful memories are painstakingly preserved, to the detriment of its beholder.
I would be fine, and then suddenly I would be caught unawares, drowning under a heaving wave of nostalgia, and crying once again.
It is not the condition of my heart. It is not the feelings that I am attempting to incite. It…