Pages of Prayer

he came close. So. Close. I still remember saying these words out loud..."The enemy can do nothing to me that would make me give up ...

We can choose to hear. We can choose to ignore. And we can choose to entertain thoughts that never had the right to get trapped in our tho...

To some it was just toast.  Bad toast at that.  To me...it was a young boy's effort to show that he cares.  To show kindness through his...

As I sit here at my desk, drinking my coffee and eating my grits, I am thinking of you.  I can't help but to think of you whenever I hav...

Victim. I have come to truly hate that word. Because a true victim does not have a choice. And they never deserve what they receive. H...

Every so often we have to call the enemy out. We have to call him by his name. We have to remind him of who we are in Christ. So that ...

If I had a penny for every lie I've ever believed...I would own stuff. Alotta stuff. It is in-cred-ib-ly infuriating for me to take a mo...