I’m learning that I can’t rely on my own feelings for love. Feelings are far too fickle and fragile things to depend on

I’ve started really examining my thoughts. I am actually in charge of what gets to stay in my heart and mind. I don’t have to own every thou

I am not an expert at anything but needing God, and needing God has taught me prayer.

Time can chisel away at hope. There are days that it has toppled mine. Forgetting does a number on us. Waiting can be long and silent

Can I tell you something? I struggle with failure. I find myself often helping Satan put myself back on the hook where Jesus took me down.

I think our stress level is a good indicator of wear we are placing our trust. And now let’s say a collective “OUCH”, me included.

Expectations. We want to put our hope fully into things, but experience has taught us that we will often be disappointed.