When God Sends a True Friend

When God Sends a True Friend

The conference area was crowded, but I made my way to a table at lunch and sat down by myself to reflect on the morning’s sessions. I wasn’t attending this event as a speaker, not even as a pastor’s wife, and I was there completely alone; I didn’t know a soul at this church. LeRoy had stepped out of the pastorate a few months before, and I hoped to find some answers at this conference. This conference filled with “happy” women highlighted how lost I felt.

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Weep Before Unloading Your Speech

Weep Before Unloading Your Speech

There are so many things about her life that are not the story she would’ve written. Her body aches to bear a child that may never come. Her soul longs for a home that she’s never seen. Her mind runs to a past filled with pain and a fear to hope for anything more than the tortuous road she’s walked. When she opens her eyes to face the day, it is a weary battle over whether to do what she “should” or stay sheltered in thick blankets until noon, turning her back on all the “must do’s” of the day. My friend is walking the narrow edge along the sheer cliffs of despair.

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Experiencing True Friendship With God

Experiencing True Friendship With God

Read these words slowly: “You are My friends if you do what I command you. No longer do I call you slaves, for the slave does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends . . .” (John 15:14–15) That is Jesus talking. Every time I hear this it does something to me. Friend. He calls me “friend.” The Greek word used here is: phílos – a friend; someone dearly...

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Who Can Get in Your Face?

Who Can Get in Your Face?

“A man who loves you the most is the man who tells you the most truth about yourself.” —Robert Murray M’Cheyne Does anyone in your life have your permission to follow Galatians 6:1–2 when you need it? The text doesn’t read, “If anyone is caught in any transgression, you who are spiritual get in their face!” But I’m one who needs strong rebuke occasionally, so I’ve given a few...

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What the Mean Girls Can’t See

What the Mean Girls Can’t See

“Just kick her right back—hit her hard in the shins!” My mom thought that dealing with Liz, the fifth-grade-playground bully, was as easy as that. During that adolescent period, my nights were spent agonizing over facing Liz the next day. She was a living terror and chose me as her personal project. She seemed to get some kind of sick satisfaction every time she pushed me down, kicked me,...

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