Blog
Search for Posts by Keywords:
Search for Posts by Topics:
TOPICS
- Abandonment 3
- Abundant Life 7
- Abuse 1
- Acceptance 7
- Addiction & Recovery 8
- Adult Teen Challenge STL 1
- Affirmation 1
- Alyssa Adkins 13
- Anxiety 6
- Approval 2
- Authenticity 2
- Barbara Lee 1
- Barbie 1
- Beauty 1
- Bible 1
- Bible Study 1
- Bitterness 1
- Book Heartbreak to Strength 1
- Boundaries 1
- Change 3
- Chosen 2
- Christ 1
- Christ-centered women 1
- Christianity 7
- Clarity 1
- Comfort 1
- Condemnation 1
- Confidence 1
- Conflict 3
- Confusion 4
- Contentment 2
- Control 4
- Conviction 2
- Country 1
- Criticism 1
- Culture 1
- Daily Living 7
- Dana Wrinkle 25
- Dawn Spicer 22
- Death 1
- Depth Podcast 1
- Discernment 2
- Discontent 1
- Disfuntion 1
- Division 2
- Doom 1
- Doubt 8
- Emotional Angst 2
- Endurance 3
- Eternity 1
Search for Posts by Emotions:
EMOTIONS
- "Kisses from Katie" 1
- Abandoned 1
- Acceptance 7
- Access 1
- Addiction 1
- Affirmation 3
- Afraid 1
- Alone 1
- Amazima Ministries 1
- Anger 9
- Anxiety 9
- Anxious 2
- Apathy 2
- Apprehension 2
- Approval 2
- Ashamed 3
- Betrayal 5
- Betryal 1
- Bitterness 3
- Boldness 1
- Brokenness 3
- Busy 1
- Choices 1
- Chosen 1
- Christmas 1
- Clean Slate 1
- Compassion 1
- Confidence 1
- Conflict 8
- Confusion 22
- Control 1
- Courage 1
- Coveting 1
- Dana Wrinkle 4
- Deception 2
- Denial 1
- Depleted 2
- Depth Growing Through Heartbreak to Strength 1
- Depth Podcast 1
- Despair 9
- Desperation 19
- Detachment 1
- Determined 1
- Disappointment 15
- Discernment 4
- Disconnection 2
- Discontentment 16
- Discord 1
- Discouragement 3
- Discovering God 1
Does God Really Know Best?
Many times, my prayers feel a lot more like pleas. They aren’t faith-filled requests respectfully submitted to God whom I trust. They were desperate desires that I begged all-powerful God to provide. Do you know what I mean? Whether it is a prayer for healing in my friend’s marriage, a job for one of my children, or faith for me to trust God in the love life of another child, I find myself behaving like a frustrated child, begging God to wield His power to my will instead of asking Him to provide and trusting Him to act wisely.
Deep down, I wasn’t trusting in God’s character to do what’s best. I wanted God to fix things. Do you feel the same way?
Why So Long, Lord?
The other day, someone made a comment and it re-opened wounds that I thought had healed. It was completely unintentional on her end, and I was able to stay focused on the conversation with my friend. But her innocent proclamation unleashed a flood of torment in my soul. The anguish I felt came from a reminder that a long-term prayer request of mine has never been answered. It’s just dangling in the wind, waiting for God’s wisdom, and timing to dictate its resting place. Why did God answer her prayer and not mine?
Have You Forgotten My Request, God?
The other day I found myself wanting an explanation from God. I know this sounds ridiculous but let me explain.
Some of my prayer requests are several years old. Healing, salvation, relationship restoration, and other long-term desires take time. I understand God knows far better than I do the perfect outcome and the best time to respond. But I also know that His flawless will may fail to match the way that makes so much sense to me. In fact, His answer might be, “no”, and I may have refused to recognize or accept that.
When the pain of unanswered prayer enters my day, I find myself asking God,” Why are you silent and still when I know You could be powerful and present?” Do you wonder the same thing sometimes?
Can you let go of white-knuckled living?
I have a confession. I love everything about being a mom…except sitting in the passenger seat when our kids are learning how to drive.
They saw independence, freedom, and an exciting future. I saw the potential for an accident with possibly life-altering consequences. While our new drivers enthusiastically tackled busier roads and more complicated intersections, I hid my nerves to avoid undermining their confidence. Quite often, I found myself clenching my hands together so tightly that my knuckles turned white, and I had to take a deep breath because I realized that unconsciously, I was barely breathing.
Of course, I prayed for safety before these nerve-wracking road sessions, but we live in a fallen world and my petitions for protection sometimes felt more like frantic pleas. What if God allowed an accident despite my prayers?
Is God Stingy?