Tag: Bible

Virtual Spiritual Makeover

So, there is this insane, let’s call it, “spirit” of sickness that is refusing to leave my home. I am currently on round 3 of the flu, and each time I think it’s almost gone, I hear a sneeze from someone in the next room, and come morning, it’s a full on war in my

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No Fear

Where God’s love is, there is no fear, because God’s perfect love drives out fear. It is punishment that makes a person fear, so love is not made perfect in the person who fears. ¬†1 John 4:18 The Spirit we receive¬†does not make us slaves again to fear; it makes us children of God. With

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Saved For Later

Everyday, after the kids are off to school and I’ve had a sufficient amount of coffee and prayer time, I stop everything and make the best possible lunch for my boyfriend. Yes, I’m corny, yes, it wastes some of my time. And yes, I get excited like a 12-year-old girl meeting her crush to see

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Gettin’ My Psalms On : Day 4

Psalm 4 I was listening to a show on the radio this morning and heard an interesting tidbit of information. Now, I can’t remember every detail as I’d only had one measly cup of coffee at this point, so don’t quote me on any of this. But apparently, (not surprisingly) wealth and job security do

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Gettin’ My Psalms On: Day 3

Psalm 3 As one who struggles with anxiety, the Psalms have become sort of a comforting best friend to me over the years. When I read them, the enemies spoken of are often not actual people (though I have had many instances where my enemy has come in human form). No, often the enemies in

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Blast From the Past : Dare To Hope

This post was originally published on HolyLemonade.blogspot.com, 4/8/2015 Romans 15:13 “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit, you may abound in hope.” What do you hope for? Please, don’t just pass over this question with a quick glance. I

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Gettin’ My Psalms On : Day Two

Psalm 2 This passage reminds me of when my kids were babies. My son was a late talker, and he was the ripe old age of 3 when he spoke, or rather yelled, his first sentence. I remember it perfectly. I had Halle in the high-chair, desperately trying to get her to eat her food

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