Sometimes life doesn’t turn out the way we thought it would. Sometimes unexpected difficulties knock us off our feet and out of breath. Sometimes painful situations stab tender emotions already left fragile by past hurts.
In my own life, I’ve pondered the broken pieces of shattered dreams, and I’ve been amazed at what God has done with the pieces. Read more…
OK, now that’s a funny picture of me. I couldn’t figure out how to get the video to put a different one.
Today I am recouperating from a red-eye flight home from Oregon where I spent three days speaking at a retreat for some AMAZING women, one day with my AMAZING agent, and one day with my AMAZING Harverst House Publishing Team. Read more…
I’ve been thinking about broken dreams lately.
We’ve all got them. Just different ones.
So what are you going to do with yours?
[tweetherder]Could it be that God is waiting for you to give Him the broken pieces of your shattered dreams so that He can make a beautiful mosaic from them?[/tweetherder]
Could it be that you are clinging tightly to the shards and refusing to let them go? Read more…
The hummingbirds are fighting again today.
The feeder is full. The nectar is fresh. The four yellow perches are available and waiting.
And two hummingbirds are fighting over it.
Every morning I get up and have a cup of coffee with God on my screened-in back porch. Right outside the door is a bright red hummingbird feeder. Read more…
I was sitting on the balcony of a condominium at the beach with my computer in my lap. It was time to write the conclusion for my book 5 Dreams of Every Woman: And How God Longs to Fulfill Them. And to be honest, I wasn’t sure how to end it. Read more…
Lisa was a party girl who partied every chance she could get. She was a bartender. A cocktail waitress. A fun-lovin’ girl without a care in the world…until the stick turned blue.
Lisa had grown up in a Christian home and walked the aisle when she was eight-years-old. But in her twenties, Lisa put Jesus up on a shelf to live the wild life. Read more…
The fog was thick.
I was late.
My husband was tense.
It was a Friday morning and my husband, Steve, was driving me to the airport for a speaking engagement in Kentucky. We were one of a parade of cars inching our way down the highway, feeling our way through the curtain of fog. Read more…
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I was exhausted. Read more…
(Beginning August 1, the content of my blog will be completely different from the Girlfriends in God devotions. So if you are not signed up for my blog at www.localhost/sjold, please do it today…and invite all your friends. We’re going to have more give-a-ways, more personal interaction, and more inspiration than ever before! Now, on to today’s post!)
“In all their distress he too was distressed,” (Isaiah 63:9 NIV). Read more…
He sat behind me in the airplane. He didn’t speak, but I felt him rummaging about. His occasional kicks and presses against the back of my seat. Little boy noises. Restless, “get me out of here,” stirrings.
And then I saw fingers. Five little fingers exploring the space between my and my neighbor’s seats.
Little finger tips. Read more…