And He said to them, “Because of the littleness of your faith; for truly I say to you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible to you. But this kind does not go out except by prayer and fasting.” (Matthew 17: 20-21 NASB) You can not experience the fullness of your relationship with God if you are holding out on Him. He has so much to offer to His children. He holds nothing back from us. He gave it all and He wants us to live in the complete and total freedom that being related to Him bestows on us. But we hold onto our 'stuff' like we can deal with it on our own. Like He can't handle it. Lik...
Even when I am feeling down. Even when I am feeling far from Him. Even when I fail every trial and test that comes. Even when I am at my worst. Even when I am filled with guilty feelings or regret and memories of everything I did wrong. Even then... His love and faithfulness sustains me. Knowing that all of His promises are for me keeps me humble before Him. Or should I say humiliated? He has never failed me. He has saved me. He has provided for me. He has made me a new creation. He has filled me with complete awe and fear of His righteousness. Because how can someone like me even exist in His presence? He has taught me to never doubt Him... to never underestimate His power and His will. Do I understand Him? Not at all. Do I know that He understands me? Always. I have experienced His love in many ways... even though I never deserved any of it. And Never Will. Except for Jesus. Yes. ...
In response to the question: “Who was your childhood hero?” My brother. Greg. He developed polio when he was about 6 months old. He had to have surgeries, wear a brace and eventually a shoe that was built up to make up the difference in his legs. He began having seizures when he was about 13/14. But he was such a fighter. He never let his disability bring him down. Funny. I never thought of him as being disabled. He couldn't play organized sports but he was always riding his bike, flying kites, playing a spontaneous game of football or catch. He taught himself how to play the guitar and he was fantastically good on it. It was a passion for him. Wherever we lived (we were an Army family) he organized a band and was constantly playing. He turned everyone he met into a friend. He loved to read and introduced me to everything from Marvel comic books to Tolkien. He graduated from college and was just beginning to start a career when he passed away at the age of 24. He gave me s...
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