The two coats of armor stood behind the museum glass in stark contrast to one another. Although made for the same man, one was a medieval plate armor for a tall, twenty-something Henry VIII with a 32-inch waist and a 39-inch chest. The second piece of mail, fashioned years later, sported a 48-inch waistline. Fascinated, I read more about the …
By: Carrie Vipperman I’m convicted of something I had let into my life recently, and it wasn’t pretty. It’s a monster that eats away at your joy, your peace, your ability to see all that you have to be thankful for, and so much more. This monster enslaves you, as all sin does. Worry. You probably don’t instantly think of worry as a sin, …
Faith believes what God says. Period. It doesn’t believe and then figure out His method. True faith is not worrying about how He will act but merely trusting that He will. I confess to frequently getting tangled in the anxiety of God’s how. I can resonate with God’s promise, but then, with my next breath, try to figure out how …
By Jane Bromley We humans exist simultaneously in two realms – the physical and the spiritual. We are spirits who “wear” bodies and have souls. Our souls consist of our mind, will, and emotions. The mind is an amazing creation, and we humans, brilliant as we imagine ourselves to be, have not even come close to duplicating it. Artificial intelligence …
Anxiety was eating me alive. Like thousands of fiery ants, doubt and worry swarmed over me as I fell to my knees. At first, I’d resisted and stamped furiously against the attack. But in time, continual bombardment gnawed with such ferocity that I stopped fighting and went down. I was not unfamiliar with fear. I’d stood up to this spirit …
If I were His girl, I would awaken each day with eagerness. In first light, sleepy-eyed and tousled, I would remember that He loves me and rejoice in that knowledge. If I were His girl, I would yearn to see Him more than anyone else. With anticipation, I would consider time with Him as imperative. I’d be insistent that He …
Father, Thank You that You are the unmovable rock of my salvation (Psalm 18:2), far more significant than my anxious and quavering heart (1 John 3:20). You tell me over and again in Your Word, “Do not fear,” but I forget quickly, allowing worry to weigh down my heart (Luke 21:34). I’m tired of this cycle. My emotions can be …
“O Lord, revive Thy work in the midst of the years, in the midst of the years make known; in wrath remember mercy” (Habakkuk 3:2 KJV). Habakkuk’s day was not too different from our own. Evil lies and unchecked violence pervaded his news also. He urgently appealed to the Lord because Habakkuk knew the nation’s awakening could only come from …
“I recognized the spirit of fear from my experiences in Asia. Massive and arrogant, he boldly swaggered through my mind’s eye, even while our little group prayed fervently for our world. As I watched, he suddenly began to shrink, smaller and smaller, until he became microscopic. Suddenly, a single, diseased cell appeared in the scene, and this spirit of fear …
“Do not deliver the soul of Thy turtledove to the wild beast” (Psalm 74:19). How often this has been my cry of late. “The jaws of anxiety is at my neck, Lord. Don’t let it eat me alive!” I’m not the only one. As I look at the families around me, almost all have similar cries. The evil one is …
