It’s because of the hope poured into my heart that I’ve struggled and been disappointed. It is also because of God’s hope that I return repeated to be refueled and re-activated in my service by His Word. {Follow link to read more…}
Category Archives: Walking in the Word
Sermon: A WORD FOR THE WEARY
by Pastor William Carrol
Poem: Love, A Postmortem
He meant me no good | So he presented no | Goodness to me | Interesting | I didn’t see that when | I saw us
Sermon: THE RIGHT TO DO RIGHT
There were times when Abraham could have strengthened Sarah’s faith, or helped her to strengthen her faith, but instead he did some things that actually counteracted her faith and her growth and her development. Certain decisions that he made. Certain mistakes that he made. {Click to read}
A taste of love
Where was the love? I offered him what I had and he gave it back. Isn’t that the simplest expression of love? {Click to read full post.}
The older I get, the less I worry about relationships.
As I have matured, I have become more confident with all I have to offer as a human being, as a woman, as a friend, as a worker. There’s no need for me to chase anybody or anything. God is my supplier. {Click to read full post.}
A conversation and a song
We were still in the middle of a slow-moving line in a restaurant in Union Square. He began singing a beautiful song in his beautiful voice. Halfway through I began lip-syncing along with him. My heart was lifted and I believe he lifted the hearts of several people in the line also.
3 THINGS I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IN A SERMON
I don’t like sharing negative media, but I heard, read and saw some things this week that are completely against my belief, knowledge and understanding of Jesus Christ and the Word God delivered to us, His people, through Jesus….
A Fucked-Up Life and God
Originally posted on Cyndy Lavoie:
(Warning: if you are not okay with profanity to relay intense emotion than I suggest you do not read this post.) I used to think the point of life was making it pretty, presentable, acceptable. And so I spent innumerable years and money and focus trying to make my life…
A grown man cried in my arms tonight.
From my own experience, it’s when I try my hardest to be strong – exhibiting my idea of strength, anyway – that I am the most brittle. In my brittleness, I easily break. However, as I learned again that evening, it is in my gentleness that others see power and strength in me.
Harvest Life 