Does your life seem to be in chaos? Is your energy drained, leaving you with nothing left to give? Are you always angry or frustrated and feel like your spinning in too many directions at once? Then let me ask you this: when is the last time you sat still in the presence of your Savior? As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God? My tears have been my food day and night, while people…
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Everyone has their own way to experience God. Some people have had an encounter with Jesus where they have actually seen Him walk into the room and sit on the bed. Amazing. I have heard stories of villages where everyone had the same dream that they saw Jesus, and whole villages are being converted. Paul the Apostle saw Jesus on the road to Damascus and was changed forever. Some people experience God through a gift of healing others by praying in the name of Jesus. There are so many ways to experience God, to really feel and see and taste His…
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Things in my life lately have seem to go totally out of control. Just a few months ago things were great. I remember thinking that my life was pretty great and I had no real complications going on. I was loving the Lord and all the blessings that He had bestowed upon me. I was happy with my church and my marriage and things were just all around good. I also remember thinking that life is never all good with no bad and that at some point things were going to go south. Isn’t that the way life works though?…
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Jesus is Savior. I think it is hard for many people to think they need a savior. It is easy to just live day-to-day and deal with our problems the best we can. We keep our heads down and just keep moving forward, one step at a time. We know that often we fail when we try to solve all of life’s problems on our own, but isn’t that just the way life is? I know I for one do not like to ask for help, and I am guessing I am not alone in this. Maybe it’s a pride…
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Who is Jesus? I did not grow up knowing who Jesus was. I vaguely remember seeing a picture of Him, a head shot. He was a white man with long hair, blue eyes, and a white robe. He looked friendly. But that meant nothing to me. Later Jesus was something that I disliked. I still had no idea who He was. He was just that guy who stood for Christianity and everything I hated about it. To me Christianity was oppressive, judgmental and controlling. Just like all religion. So Jesus became nothing more than a swear word to me. I…