I’m just gonna say it: prayer is hard for me. It’s not because I don’t believe God CAN, but rather because I fully believe in His steadfast love and sovereign plan in all circumstances. So, why does He need me to pray? In today’s article, I’ll share 3 reasons I’ve learned prayer is essential for MY heart and GOD’S glory. …
Have You Ever Felt Beautiful And Beloved?
I’m so thankful to have grown up with the certainty of my parents’ love, but with the same certainty, I also grew up believing I was an ugly duckling. My ugly belief was proven when, as a high school senior, I spent a day with my two beautiful friends in the Indy 500 Snake Pit. In the early 80’s the …
Israel At War: Part II (Biblical Approach)
Greetings, Newsies! Whether you’ve just joined this special group or been with me from the beginning, I appreciate you! Generally speaking, my Newsies are committed to spreading the news of Jesus and Biblical Truth to the nations. I spread those messages with deeply researched Old Testament novels that teach through the power of stories. Hopefully, this post will bring some …
Joseph: How Did He Know God’s Will?
Discovering God’s will for my life sometimes seems more complex than that crazy-looking highway in the picture. But there’s one biblical character who seems to have sailed through a host of difficult circumstances in life with the Spirit-led GPS (God’s Peace System): Jacob’s eleventh son–Joseph. (photo attribution: austrini, CC BY 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons) In Feast or Famine explores …
God’s Heart of Anger, Grief, and Love
I can finally say with millions of others, “I’ve been to Vegas!” But I can’t let “what happened in Vegas stay in Vegas” because it’s too important. When we asked Roy’s brother and sister-in-law (who moved out there in May) to give us the first-timer’s tour so we could experience the real Las Vegas, I had no idea the anger, …
Thankful To Be A Child of Abraham
Yep, the ornery-looking girl in the too-tight jeans with a mischievous grin—that’s me, back in my BC days. At that stage of life, I wanted nothing to do with Jesus and I hated history. Couldn’t stand to be in the same room with my parents and refused to crack open a Bible. Typical rebellious teen. I remember spouting off to my U.S. History teacher—face-to-face, …







