Psalm 19:14 says, “Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my rock and my Redeemer.” This verse struck a chord in me this morning.
So often when I think of encouragement, I think of words. And certainly words can be a great source of encouragement. But as I was studying Romans chapter 12 this week, I realized that there are many ways to encourage one another…
My son gave me an unusual Christmas gift last year: the gift of encouragement. He committed to writing me (and his sister) a note every day of the coming year.
I was sitting at a friend’s lake one morning watching the sun rise. There’s just something about being alone with God in nature, isn’t there? The Holy Spirit had been making me keenly aware that something was off in my life, but I didn’t know what. I’d been very much overwhelmed by all the things…
Special thanks to my sister, Audra, for sharing her heart with us in this guest post. So thankful for her life and encouragement to me! ~Kim …
Last month I had the privilege of having my dear friend from Germany here for three weeks. While there are many reasons she’s one of my favorite people in the world, one thing I really admire about her is that she lives and breathes calmness wherever she goes. She is not easily irritated or upset….
As I’ve been meditating in Colossians lately, this verse bacame a blanket of comfort to me in this difficult, ever changing, unstable journey called life, and I thought maybe you could use some comfort too.
Lately, I’ve been battling discouragement. I long to be faithful to do all that God has called me to do in this life. And sometimes I’m just not sure that I am. I feel certain that whatever it is, I’m surely not up to the task.
Satan doesn’t need to convince us to commit terrible crimes or cause us to believe a number of outrageous lies in order to drag us out of the battle. All he has to do is distract us from the one reason we are here. And for most of us in America, it’s not all that difficult.
Oh my goodness. What is happening in this world? The perfectionist in me cries out, “You can’t post on Friday Morning Fika on Sunday Afternoon!!!” But thankfully, God has designed a special “perfectionist recovery program” for folks like me. It’s called…children. 🙂