The best sermons are the ones lived. I agree, as I have lived my share. One of these involved a mother hen and me. As a preschooler, I spent my days roaming the grounds of our family farm. Maybe “grounds” is not the best word, as it invokes images of well-manicured English gardens. In actuality, our land was cracked and …
By Hannah Svebakken “If God doesn’t build the house, the builders only build shacks. If God doesn’t guard the city, the night watchman might as well nap. It’s useless to rise early and go to bed late, and work your worried fingers to the bone. Don’t you know He enjoys giving rest to those He loves?” (Psalm 127:1-2 The Message) Maybe …
By Hannah Persall Svebakken As a child, I knew my dad was for me. I knew he was proud of me. I knew he loved me. He regularly told me these things. He regularly talked with me and listened to me. I knew what was important to him and I knew he cared to know what was important to me. We …
Father, Thank You that You are the Unmovable Rock of my salvation (Psalm 18:2) and are far greater 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 easily and allow my heart to be heavy and weighted down with worry (Luke 21:34). Yuck. My …
