God Isn’t Finished With This Stubborn Man Yet
Another heart episode sent me to the hospital, where a book about Jacob helped me confront my stubbornness and remember that God never gives up on us.
Another heart episode sent me to the hospital, where a book about Jacob helped me confront my stubbornness and remember that God never gives up on us.
I had a week where everything on my calendar got done — work, church, family, even a blog post. Then I sat still for ten minutes and asked myself when I’d last actually spent time with God instead of just running errands for Him. The honest answer changed how I think about what “faithful” actually means.
I went back and read my own writing — and realized God hasn’t been vague with me. The problem was never that I didn’t know. I knew. Here’s what conviction demands once you run out of room to keep just nodding along.
After a year of spiritual battles, I’m beginning to recognize the enemy’s tactics. This week, when another bizarre situation unfolded, I did something unexpected: I laughed at Satan.
Spiritual warfare doesn’t always arrive loudly. Sometimes it begins with stress, anger, bitterness, exhaustion, and the small cracks we leave unguarded. Scripture shows us how to recognize the battle, resist the enemy, and stand firm in Christ.
Church attendance doesn’t save you. But you weren’t built to follow Jesus alone either. What one sentence from my ten-year-old daughter taught me about why we need each other.
Bitterness rarely begins as bitterness. It starts with hurt, anger, betrayal or injustice and slowly tightens its grip. Using Scripture and the imagery of Tourniquet’s “Enveloped in Python,” this article explores the danger of allowing bitterness to take root, and why we must refuse to let it control us.
I thought losing my ministry meant God was finished using me. Instead, He began opening doors I never expected and teaching me that a position and a calling are not the same thing.
I’ve spent the last while getting stronger in my health, marriage, and faith. But maybe getting stronger was never supposed to be the finish line. Jesus didn’t stay on the mountain, and I’m realizing I’m not supposed to either.
I’ve been a Christian for years, and I still have moments when my first reaction isn’t grace. Here’s what one bad weekend taught me about the fight that doesn’t end at salvation.