The Armor of God: Pray The Warrior’s Prayer
You’ve met Jesus. He is your Savior. The next step is to come to the place of surrendering to him as Lord. The last step is to understand he is our very
We will meet again. Soon, and very soon. Today is April 29, 2019, the sixty-second birthday of Paul Eugene Giesbrecht. But it’s our tenth year to celebrate his birthday on this earth with out him. It’s hard to know what
Beauty From Ashes
God’s specialty is rearranging the ashes of our disappointments
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God’s specialty is rearranging the ashes of our disappointments, despair and dismay into something beautiful. He takes our mess and changes
Baby steps. Remember when your infant suddenly morphed into a toddler? It happened so fast. One day, they crawled, rolled or scooted toward you. And then all of a sudden, they gripped your fingers and pulled up to a stand.
Desperate Search for the Lost
We tore the sheets off the bed, shined flashlights under tables and chairs, even dug through the kitchen silverware drawers looking for one of our most valuable possessions. It seemed to have vanished.
Empty Chair, Broken Heart: Grieving and Getting Through the Holidays
Is there an empty place at your table this Christmas?
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For many, this will be their first holiday season without their loved
Most of us need reminding of God’s faithfulness. God can rebuild the ashes of our losses. But He needs our permission. He can restore, renew and regenerate our lives. I came across Isaiah 61:3 at a time when I didn’t
All of us want a story that begins, “once upon a time” and ends like fairy tales do; “and they lived happily ever after.” The day the tragic motorcycle accident tore Pastor Paul’s physical presence from this earth, my world
“I can’t believe he did it anyway” I thought, “he asked my opinion, I told him – NO. I didn’t think we should get involved in a new ministry. And he did it anyway.” It happened again. That’s right, someone I love
“Whew, that was close,” I thought, as I maneuvered my car back into the center lane, realizing I’d missed hitting the car I’d passed, by just a few inches. “That Mazda was in my blind spot.” Although the