Answer: I am loved by God. What was your nickname when you were a child? What did your parents call you? What did your friends call you? How did that shape what you thought about yourself? Maybe you had self-confidence …
My second-grade teacher, Mrs. DeYoung, handed out pieces of paper one day while instructing us to “Draw a picture and write a description of what you want to be when you grow up.” We all knew that we would eventually …
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Beside a highway that I travel several times each week sits a big sign that’s hard to ignore. Whenever I notice it I use it as a reminder to pray for a particular person. At another point along that road …
Over and over I’ve seen one simple question open people’s hearts to hear the gospel. Until I asked this question, they showed no interest in spiritual matters. But then after six words—only seventeen letters in English—I’ve seen people suddenly begin …
I was praying through Psalm 68 recently. When I came to the words, “Sing to God, sing praises to His name” (verse 4), guess what I did? Yes, I did exactly what the text said. . . . Here are …
I suppose that if the term “writer’s block” applies to journal keeping, then that was my problem. I wanted to write about something that would edify my soul. On that day, however, no particular subject emerged from my mental fog. …
Before he retired each night, [eighteenth-century evangelist George Whitefield] opened his journal and probed his soul with questions such as these he’d placed in the flyleaf: Have I, 1. Been fervent in prayer? 2. After or before every deliberate conversation …
When I taught piano for several years after finishing university, I discovered a few things about learning an instrument that I hadn’t really noticed as a child. We all know that to learn to play piano well, you need to …
Several years ago, when I wanted to start reading the Bible at breakfast time with my kids, I knew what I wanted but not how to make it happen. My mornings were hectic with a capital H! I would wake …
I sit on the floor of the bathroom, weighed down by guilt. I have just read a blogger’s lovely account of her children who happily work through their Bible studies at the table each morning. My imagination runs through the …