God Has a Plan for Your Finances. Money is a resource and gift given to us from God. Like water, wind or electricity, money can work in profitable ways when channeled properly. However, if not channeled properly, money can wreak havoc on our lives!
It’s Time to Use Our Words to Declare Good Things
I once read an article about doctors who incorporated “talk therapy” to treat patients suffering with depression. Instead of medicating the problem, the doctors instructed the patients to start making positive declarations over their lives, saying such things as: “I have a bright future. People like to be around me. Good things are in store.”
Answers From the Word of God for Troubling Times
We all experience storms in our lives—those occasions that bring pain, suffering, or loss. It’s in turbulent times that all sorts of questions come to mind: Where is God? Why has this happened? Was it something I did? Did God cause it? If so, why? The only safe place to go for answers in tumultuous times is God's Word. Let's consider what it says about why God allows storms in our lives:
KEY PASSAGE: James 1:2-8 | SUPPORTING SCRIPTURES: Psalm 33:1 | Matthew 7:7 | Hebrews 13:5
Does your faith waver if He doesn’t provide what you’ve requested in the time and manner you expected? Although it may seem that the problem of fluctuating faith is the result of unanswered prayer, it’s actually caused by a misunderstanding of what God is doing in your life.
Lessons on Suffering From the Life of the Apostle Paul
Do you remember the last time you felt down or discouraged? What caused you to feel this way? None of us want to experience this painful emotion, but so many situations in life have the capacity to make us feel hopeless and helpless. Maybe we’re struggling with finances, health, a relationship, or a job. Sometimes discouragement comes because we feel rejected, mistreated, or shut out by other people.
How my daughter reveals who I really am—and am not.
Nine months is a long time to carry a child beneath your beating heart, tucked within your ribs. By the time my firstborn’s birth-day arrived, I knew she was a daughter. I knew she would share her first name with a beautiful flower—and that she would share her middle name with me.