Who doesn’t long to be beautiful? As moms, very little times exists in our lives to dedicate to outward beauty. We are rushing, moving, working throughout the day, making the world a better, brighter place for our family. When we finally get some make-up on our face and a pretty outfit on our body, it is more than likely to be spit upon or spilled on by one of our little ones.
After asking a ton of questions over a period of a few months, Michael gave his heart to the Lord. He fell in love with Jesus and became an enthusiastic worshiper. He would jump so high to praise the Lord! I love to see his face shining with joy giving honor to God.
Making memories together builds unity in a group. Remembering the members of your church on special days and helping to make them special gives them a sense of value and worth. God calls His Church a family. Families celebrate special times together. Here are some ideas to make special days special. Birthdays: Call and sing …
Since our church family is so good at loving and encouraging us, I thought I’d share some things that they do. Be sure to try some of these things to bless your pastor and his family!
The Church is composed of all believers in Jesus throughout the earth and in your area, the Church consists of all believers in Jesus living in that vicinity. This large, diverse group is divided into local churches where people live out the teachings of God revealed in His Word.
Decision-making can be challenging when you find yourself married to someone who thinks differently that you do. Wanting my teens to grow up to have healthy, happy marriages, I gave them a taste of the challenge of husband-wife decision-making. And I wanted it to be fun. Here is the game I came up with.
Tomorrow I will turn 50. The years have flown by. I have decided to take several hours this week and look at old photographs. I have pulled out every photo album that I can find. What fun it’s been to look back at happy times and reminisce.
In five days I will turn 50. I can’t believe it. Where did time go? I still feel like a little girl inside who is staring wide-eyed at the world, ready to explore every nook and meet people from every corner of the globe.
“You are just like your mother,” the young boy huffed angrily. “I’m glad,” I replied, haughtily. I was proud of my mother. She was loving and kind, but a strong leader, always leading some charitable project. She was loved and respected at church, in our neighborhood, and in our extended family.
