I first met Carol Kent years ago at the Christian Booksellers Association. I consider Carol a mentor as I trained with her to speak professionally. Even before I watched her walk through her family tragedy, she impressed me as one of the most godly women I had ever known or met.
Barefoot Blessings – When God Says You Have Enough
One Sunday my husband was speaking at a nearby church. The people invited us to stay for the dinner that would follow. When I saw someone haul out a large basket and place it at the exit into the hallway, I wondered if maybe they were planning for an unusually large offering. 🙂 But after the ending “Amen,” of the service, everyone started taking off their shoes and socks and putting them in that basket. That’s when we knew this would be a dinner unlike any we had ever attended. God was preparing us for some barefoot blessings.
WHEN GOD WANTS TO BE YOUR COMFORTER
When you need a personal whisper from your Heavenly Father, where is He? In times of stress, distress, or tragic loss, do you ache for His arms to hold you and carry you through? The loss of some precious friends–a father and his teen-age daughter–prompted me to post this simple devotion. When does God want to be your Comforter? For all who need God’s comfort–and we all do–this one is for you:
A Challenge to You, Mother, for Your Children (With Application for All of Us)
Challenge to Mother: You are not the only one who influences your children. You are not the only one who can make a difference in their lives. But if you are a Christ follower, with His help, you can influence your children–and others–in a way that “sticks.” In little ways and big ways, known maybe only to God, your loving investments do make a difference.
Motherhood–Pleasure or Pain?
Every mom visualizes the moment when her perfect baby will emerge from the womb—the joy of her heart and life. But the first sounds she hears are not the sweet cooing of a contented infant, but the sharp wails of a screaming stranger. Years that follow may bring a love-hate tug of war between “I love you always,” and a “Who is this, child, anyway?” Is there a true joy of motherhood?