Today I laid down my pride. Not because I wanted to but because the pain was that unbearable it brought me to tears. Why is it so hard to ask for help? Okay, let me rephrase the question. Why is it so hard for ME to ask for help? Stubborn? Prideful? Selfish? Yes, yes, and …
I awake each day and go to sleep at night as a miracle of God Through biopsy, diagnosis, surgery, and infection the disease did cause Treatment was decided, and foreign implants strategically placed “Never will I be as I was.”, as solemnness shows on my face I do not share my testimony for pity or …
Long before we knew of a "War Room" there was a 16 year old girl named Sydney who, in the privacy of her prayer closet she, in the early morning hours, quenched her thirst and tamed her hunger to know the Lord more intimately. Every morning, without an alarm, Sydney woke up and went straight …
I remember the darkest of days where all I wanted was my joy back. I remember the days very well. I remember them NOT to dwell on them, not to pity myself because of them, or to sleep among the ashes that surrounded me, but to count it all joy (James 1:2-8) that ALL of …
The knees are first to hit the floor Praise resounds more than ever before. No begging or pleading only gratitude flows Excited for closed doors & open windows. by: Missy McCann
"Jesus didn't save you for what you're ready for, He saved you for what you're called for." Ps. Carl Lentz Walking through breast cancer last year the desire of my heart was to prove faithful to God through it. I told Him use "this", use me and to come get His glory. In a few …
“It wasn’t the dream that caused the problem, it was the people he told the dream to.” Ps. Joe Champion
