enemy

satan

I LOVE the Bible! I’m a fan of words. The Bible is a huge book of incredible words. But that’s not why I love it. I love it because it teaches me truth about God. Wow! He’s way more incredible and fascinating than I ever dreamed. I don’t for a minute believe I would understand it if I didn’t have God’s Spirit dwelling (yep, DWELLING!) inside of me. He opens my ears, eyes, and mind so I can actually hear and understand it more and more each day. Continue reading

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Heart, Mind, Resolve

Dishwashers and Surrender

I’m going to be candid here…I started writing this morning after praying a bit. Here’s how that one started “I LOVE the Bible.” Now, I probably will finish writing that at some point…but God (kindly) led me in a different direction. And this new direction is a little different…um, it’s about struggling to, uh (tapping fingernails on table), about struggling to trust (cough) God. Yeaaahh. Can we please go back to how much I LOVE the Bible? PleaseContinue reading

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God

Needy

A few months ago I was driving in the car thinking. My mind was on overdrive about my life right now. How complicated everything is. Thoughts/prayer to me are basically the same. He (God) knows my thoughts. Only He and I share them. Anyway, He said, “Katie, I want you to need Me.” Continue reading

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God, Mind

Releasing

When God asks us to let go of a person (parent, spouse, sibling, friend, co-worker, etc.)– maybe the type of relationship we had or planned to have with them, who we wished them to be, or what path we wished they would choose–and trust Him, I think there is only one possible way to do that. Or at least for me there is only one way–I must be convinced that God “has” them. Sometimes I think I’m pretty awesome and that they kind of need me too. Truth is…they don’t. Ouch! 😉 Because, apparently, I think quite highly of Continue reading

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Resolve

The Race

I consider the past 12 months to be among the hardest I’ve lived thus far. I probably haven’t felt this many tears trickle down my cheeks since my dad got sick and died 15 years ago. I don’t exactly have a death wish…but, boy, heaven sure sounds appealing. I’m growing quite weary of the struggles down here. Here’s something interesting–count how many times I have used the words “me”, “my”, “I”, or any other words referring to myself, in what I have written so far. That many? In only four sentences? Hmm. Continue reading

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