When you don’t see God’s answers
I sit commiserating with a friend over lunch. She's been sick too, and I tell her about the day last week when I woke feeling pretty well, but after my…
I sit commiserating with a friend over lunch. She's been sick too, and I tell her about the day last week when I woke feeling pretty well, but after my…
Does the Spirit overcome our natural human limitations, or use them? The question wrote itself in my mind as yesterday's preacher spoke from Acts 2, focussing on the little phrase,…
“You sound like an abused woman.” She was speaking to me. I stopped mid-thought, trying to make sense of what she had said. I’m one of the far-too-small percentage of women…