Becoming a woman of bold faith is not about perfectly checked church attendance, how much you volunteer, having the best snacks for life groups or having all the answers in Bible study. A bold woman of faith has real, bold, Jesus-glorifying, heart-wrenching, deep-in-the-trenches and fight for God’s truths in the midst of the lies, kind of belief.
4:02 a.m. Something interrupts my sleep in the middle of this twilight – predawn moment. The sound gets louder as I stumble downstairs and the on button to the coffee pot knowing I’ll need more than my usual 10 cup daily limit. Annoyed and barefoot I step out to the back patio with my journal. There my…
I remember laying awake at night, penning names for the child within. She was my third and I wanted a name that would inspire, encourage, and create courage! I wanted her chosen name to remind her that with God, she could conquer anything. I wanted her to know the story behind her name. That baby…
The Big News – I have a new study and journal with you in mind.
Bold Truths Prayer Journal: A 90 Guide to S.O.A.P. God’s Word For Women
This engaging prayer journal is a fun and creative way for you to more fully experience the power of prayer and get to know who God truly is. This bible study journal is designed to record your bible study insights and teachings from the Lord. It uses the S.O.A.P method for easy reflection and connection with the Lord.
You really want to focus on the things that are important. You really want to spend time with God. But with everything you’ve got going on, you’re just not sure how to make that happen! You’re busy, overwhelmed, and what you really want is to HEAR GOD’S VOICE AND FOLLOW HIS LEAD
Whatever the reason, we don’t need distraction, we soul filled interaction.
Phones are tools. They don’t own us. They don’t run our lives. We have set boundaries and manage them well so they don’t negatively impact us and our families. After that moment when I looked up to see all of us gorging on our devices, I took drastic measures. My phone is no longer my companion. It doesn’t sit in my hand or beckon me from my back pocket.
Tearing and mending is the best way to describe death and loss and I’m learning we can’t really put life back together again until we’ve faced the coming apart.