I am a homeless person, of sorts. Not in the sense that I don’t have a roof over my head or people who love me. I’m homeless in the sense that while I’ve called numerous places on this planet “home,” none are places I go back to as one would go “back home.” By the time I was forty, I had called five very different geographic locations “home,” and the place I live now has never truly felt like home.
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Knowing God and putting our faith in Jesus is foundational to a life of authenticity and purpose in alignment with who He created us to be.
Christmas has come and gone. Gifts were given and received. Some of those gifts are still being enjoyed while others have been shoved in a corner and forgotten. Eventually, all earthly gifts lose their value in one way or another.
But there’s one Christmas gift that will never lose its value and will become more precious to us day after day and year after year.
Seven years ago was the first Thanksgiving after my mother passed away. Inspired by a friend’s blog post, I wrote my own “Tougher Kind of Thankful List” that year.
My relatively new practice of meditating on God’s promises when I can’t sleep led me the other night to wonder what all the Bible has to say about God’s love for us. The only verse I could recall in my half-awake state was John 3:16, but I knew there were many more.
The next morning, I went to Biblegateway.com and typed “love” into their search engine. The following are the many verses I found that describe God’s love for us. My prayer is that as you read through them you will see God’s heart and the amazing love He has for you, His beloved.
My inner peace is often threatened. About the time I think I have a handle on one situation in my life, another pops up to challenge my peace and joy. I often feel like I’m playing whack-a-mole with all those anxious thoughts.
I’ve always been a night owl. But lately, my body seems to have taken that tendency to an extreme. It’s not unusual for me to see three, four, even five o’clock on my alarm clock before I finally drift off to sleep.
I know it comes with the stage of life I’m in. My mother went through it, too, so I know that eventually this stage will pass. But until then, what do I do during all those hours I can’t sleep?
