Faith Not Fear
September 21, 2024 by Keisha Bass
Filed under For Her
Faith not fear….In times of adversity, I have found that faith has always worked best. If you listen to the lies of the enemy and believe what you hear, then fear enters in your mind in a big way. Things such as “You’re not smart enough, you’re not attractive enough, you will never get ahead, your dreams will never come true. . .” and so on.
We must believe what God’s Word says about us, that we are fearfully and wonderfully made [Psalm 139:14 NIV]. For every lie of the enemy, there is a truth in Christ. God loves us unconditionally. He wants to guide us through life’s experiences with confidence in Him. He will see us through it with peace in our hearts. We must be willing to be changed, to be used, and be obedient.
Simple Service
By Susannah Wollman
For over 20 years, I’ve had a poem hanging in my kitchen. It’s printed on a thin sheet of some kind of metal, and mounted on a plastic, wood-looking round plaque. It’s not very pretty, and the author’s name has long since been rubbed away. I’ve tried to find the poem elsewhere, but I’ve never been able to find it again. So I will quote it here for you:
Who Touched Me?
By Jacqueline Hannah
She sat opposite me at the small table nestled in the back corner of a busy coffee shop. Her hands folded and unfolded. Her eyes, serious and direct, watched for my reaction. “I can’t go on like this much longer. Maybe I should end it all. It would be so much better for my family. They wouldn’t have to deal with my fears, my outbursts, and my depression. Each day is different – they’re never sure what to expect.”
Life Waves
By Lisa Bell
The ocean waves crashed onto the beach. Small waves rushed in followed by larger ones that swelled and reached two or three feet in height. The little girl watched each wave as anticipation quivered through her body. She clung to her daddy’s hand and waited. When the wave came close, she stood still. Breathless with wonder, she waited and at the very last second before the wave engulfed her, she jumped. Then she did it all over again.
Nodding Onion
By Kathleen Brown
In the late afternoon, the flower’s shadow was etched dark and bold on the gray surface of the rock. The shadow was shaped something like a hand, with eight or ten long fingers resting heavy on the stone – palming it, almost, as a basketball.
