Praying in All Seasons

Our pastor has recently been teaching on the various aspects of prayer. So many things can be changed through prayer – mainly, our own hearts. As I’ve pondered these last few weeks of teaching, I’ve been seeing a lot more things about prayer online. Maybe it’s just that it’s in the forefront of my mind that I’m noticing this, however, it’s been consistent.
 
One of the things that I’ve been focused on recently about prayer is something that went along the lines of this: “Just because you may not feel close to God doesn’t mean you should stop praying. Your prayers don’t Read more…

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When We Pray

My heart gets tired sometimes. Discouraged. Sometimes I just feel like I continue to pray for something and it’s just not happening. It’s not that I don’t believe that God will come through, or that God won’t provide – it’s not that at all. I know His promises are true and I know He wants to give me His best. I even know His best is coming, and I don’t doubt that for a second. I just think I get impatient as I wait, which makes me question sometimes if what I’m praying for is maybe the wrong thing.

We are told to “be specific” when we pray. Oh man! Have I ever been specific! Maybe God laughs at me sometimes with how specific I sometimes can be, but at times I find it difficult to discern if what I am Read more…

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Praying

We don’t know who God is going to put in our paths each day. The impact from meeting that stranger can change your entire day. That’s how I felt yesterday when I met “Harold.” I didn’t even know his name until we ended our conversation and we were just about to go our separate ways. I was busy at work doing my normal routine when Harold, an elderly gentleman walked by with His cart doing some shopping. I did my normal thing, said hello, asked him how his morning was going, and could I help him find anything. He told me he was out shopping because he has had a rough two days of not sleeping and was restless. He was on medication and he was going to have to go back to the doctor to see if there was Read more…

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Grace like Loretta

If I wanted to boast, I would be no fool in doing so, because I would be telling the truth. But I won’t do it, because I don’t want anyone to give me credit beyond what they can see in my life or hear in my message, even though I have received such wonderful revelations from God. So to keep me from becoming proud, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger from Satan Read more…

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Foggy Path

Written by: Mark Culp
 
Have you ever had to drive in the fog? One of those dense fogs where you’ve had to drive way below the posted speed limit or you stood a good chance of crashing into something? I’ve had to do this on a number of occasions and I can tell you it can get pretty nerve wracking, especially if I was in a hurry to get where I was going.
 
I remember a particular time when I was driving on a road I had never driven on, and the twists and turns seemed to come out of nowhere. If not for my pressing engagement, I would have waited for the fog to lift on it’s own. Read more…

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The Things Unasked

Written by: Mandi Greene
 
I hate having to ask for the things I need. In my perfect world, a little fairy would flutter around whispering in the ears of my loved ones to give them all a nudge in the right direction.
 
 
“Your wife didn’t get much sleep last night, you should offer to take the baby to the park
and let her take a nap”.
 
“That smile is fake, she definitely cannot handle a single thing more on her plate right
now. Her sanity is at risk. Go ask someone else”. Read more…

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Unrequited Fear

As babies, we don’t realize what fear is. We have the comfort of parents and loved ones and fear is not something that enters our mind. As we start to get older and have experiences, that’s when fear starts to sink in. Life happens around us and we learn what we may be “afraid” of. As a child, I remember being afraid to go down into the basement after dark at my house – even though the basement was finished, if my parents would ask me to go down and get something, I remember as soon as I’d pick up whatever it was down there that they asked me to get, I’d run so fast up those stairs – hitting each stair with a big boom with my feet as I ran back up. There was never anything down there to scare me, but the perception of the darkness Read more…

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