Even with all those recipes stored away, I still managed to cook the same things in the same ways.
If I didn't believe, what would be the point?
Is it possible to have the spirit of Christmas without the usual Midwestern snow?
Like a train wreck, all my struggles collided that one Sunday morning.
God's Word is personal, and it is precious.
He doesn't stop being precious just because we have put away the party decorations.
God's people were far away from Him, and they didn't have to be.
Have you ever said "I just wish Satan would leave me alone"?
Are we in the right place to hear from Him?
Do you ever find yourself longing for someone to tell you something? Anything?