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Ground Yourself in Truth
Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him…
— Job 13:15
Think
Here's a Thought
Where are you tired but still standing?
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Let Joy Lead the Way
Thank God today for who He is, not what He’s done.
An Invitation for You
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Desperate Praise. It’s the praise before the breakthrough.
Find encouragement through Scripture, reflections, prayers, and journal prompts that will help you praise God—one breath, one prayer, and one day at a time.
Articles
As summer winds down and school routines begin again, life naturally picks up speed. Calendars fill, alarm clocks return, and before long it can feel like everyone is rushing from one activity to the next. While we can't always control how busy life becomes, we can influence the atmosphere we create [...]
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus... — Hebrews 12:1–2a (NIV) There's a conference room. [...]
June began with a simple question. What if… What if I took myself seriously? What if I stopped lying to myself? What if “I’ll start tomorrow” became “I’ll do what I can today”? What if I gave it to God—and left it with Him? Actually, let Him keep it. What if [...]
I wonder if sometimes we treat Jesus like a genie. We tithe. We praise. We pray. With thanksgiving we make our requests known. And we expect our prayers to be answered when we want, how we want. But Jesus isn’t a genie. We know that our God is a God of [...]
On one of my morning walks, I saw a baby turtle in the road. Not near the road. Not beside the road. Right in the middle of it. I stopped walking and stared at the little thing, trying to decide what to do. Should I move it? Am I supposed to [...]
Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.— Proverbs 22:6 As a kid, I made a promise: when I grew up, I would not be like my mother. And I had good reason—my mother knew nothing about parenting. [...]
