Living Life for Christ Alone

I sit on my porch as I write this, a cup of chai to warm me up and perfect weather of sixty-something degrees with sunshine. These days confirm my natural belief that life is supposed to be perfect on this earth. But deep down, I know that is not true. A battle rages within me. One contestant in the battle is my comfort-seeking flesh, always trying to find a way to avoid pain and enjoy everything to the fullest at any cost. The other is the Spirit, gentle and kind, yet pulling back the curtain on my heart and letting me see that everything the flesh stands for leads to death and decay. The other day, I was sitting by my bedroom window contemplating this thought when I realized that there was something in the air that was affecting my breathing. I glanced at the window to see mold growing around the edges of the window pane. Sunshine was pouring into the room, but at the same time this black mold sat there, just barely exposed. Why was it there, you ask? The cold weather a...

It's Friday afternoon in January of 2018. I sit alone in a little one bedroom apartment, a happy wife of a wonderful, godly man, occasionally glancing out the window to see the formerly rainy day blossom into a sunny one. I have gone to work today and returned knowing that soon my husband will come home. (Always a very happy moment!) It's hard to believe that almost two years have passed since I last wrote on this blog! Now, after much change has occurred in my life (wonderful change, mind you!), I have had God Himself stirring in my heart to write yet again. I was thinking, "Maybe I should start a new blog with a different name." But the purpose of blogging for me hasn't changed, so why should the name change? Even more as I'm watching dramatic changes happen in the culture around me -not only the American culture, but the Christian culture, I realize that there is a great need for our people to wake up and pay attention to God and what He says in His wo...