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Are There Any Good Christians?
Many of you chimed in on that question on Facebook last week. This was a deep and difficult subject, but it provided interesting answers....
Transforming Our Hearts
TRANSFORMING OUR HEARTS By Carolyn Dale Newell I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you; I will take the heart of stone out of...
Throwback Thursday: Fingertips of Grace
Fingertips of Grace By Carolyn Dale Newell I could not distinguish the pattern of dots. Again and again, I ran my finger across them. Frustration...
Are We Missing The Miracles
ARE WE MISSING THE MIRACLES By Carolyn Dale Newell This beginning of signs Jesus did in Cana of Galilee, and manifested His glory; and His disciples...
Throwback Thursday: Love in Deed
LOVE IN DEED By Carolyn Dale Newell My little children, let us not love in word or in tongue, but in deed and in truth. 1 John 3:18 It feels so good...
Guide Dog Tale: Are You Following God’s Road Map
Are You Following God’s Road Map By Carolyn Dale Newell “Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the...
What does Bearing Our Cross Look Like?
Have you ever heard anyone talk about bearing their cross? Were they referring to some light affliction such as a person they cannot get along with or their job? These people certainly have not denied themselves or taken up their cross.
Let’s look at the cross of Christ.
Defining Emotional Bondage
When I learned that the ladies at church had planned a beach trip, I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t invited. Then I recalled the whispered conversations I had overheard. Don’t they know I love the beach? Since I’m blind, I can only go when hubby takes a week off.
Maybe that was the problem; I’m a burden. Thoughts of rejection bombarded me throughout the day.
I called a friend to rehash the incident. She couldn’t believe it either. What rude behavior for Christians!
I had to walk through many of these incidents over the years before I realized that rejection held me captive.
Don’t Lose Your Fight
” No weapon formed against me shall prosper!” I declare this verse with determination while watering my bright yellow mums. As I give each vibrant plant a drink, my back pain intensifies. Spiritual warfare comes with publishing another book, but I’m ready to fight. One more flower to go, and I can go inside and rest on my heating pad. I’m no stranger to back pain, but suddenly I feel something unusual. A sharp pain shoots into my hip and down my leg. I drop to my knees and the tears begin.