Why I Cry During Church

I really didn’t expect Sunday morning to go as it did. It seemed normal enough. In fact, it was quite peaceful. The kids got dressed in a timely fashion and we were only about five minutes late. We dropped the kids off at Sunday School and my husband and I went to our own Sunday School class.


But God isn’t normal.

In fact, God is beyond, beyond the supernatural.

In the middle of Sunday School, I asked a question based upon a struggle I have had lately. I had no idea of the magnitude of the power of the Spirit that would envelope me.

Christian, if you are honest with me, would you state that you struggle with some sort of sin? I do. And it bothers me that over and over and over I succumb to this sin. And it bothers me that in my Bible I read that if I love the Lord, then I will obey His commandments.

And yet I sin.

Again. Continue reading

May I Encourage You? Run to the Tower


Where do you turn during times of trouble? Food? Alcohol? Friends? Television? Shopping? Do you run away when the pain gets too awful? What do you do when the events of life throw one. more. thing. your way?

Take a look at this verse:

The salvation of the righteous comes from the Lord; he is their stronghold in time of trouble. The Lord helps them and delivers them; he delivers them from the wicked and saves them, because they take refuge in him. ~ Psalm 37:39-40

When the arrows begin to fly towards you, what should you do? Hide? Run towards the trouble? No. We are to take refuge. Think of those days during the time of Robin Hood. When the enemy would come towards a kingdom, the people would drop what they were doing and run as quickly as possible to the walled towers of the city. They would take refuge.

That’s what we are supposed to do. Run. Take refuge. In fact…

The name of the Lord is a fortified tower; the righteous run to it and are safe. ~ Proverbs 18:10

Have you thought about the names of God recently? Let me list just a few for you: Continue reading

Tell Yourself the Truth

The kids and I went to visit family while my husband was on a mission trip to Nicaragua. We had a great time. We even took a quick stop in Savannah to ride one of the ferries. But THIS was my drive home:


I have been under a great deal of stress before, but I don’t think I’ve been under such intense pressure for such a long time. I drove through FIVE hours of pouring rain and flooding. I was terrified I would either hydro-plain off the road, or someone would run into me. I decided to get off the interstate because it had become a parking lot. Instead, I drove on smaller two lane roads. At one point in one little town, the police were blocking roads because of the water gushing down the street. Continue reading