Whether we’re talking about our personal lives, spiritual lives, relationships, our character, or our future, we need to ask ourselves what kind of people we want to be. Having goals can center us, keep our eyes on Christ, and encourage us to grow. Without goals, we have no reason to press on, and we can flounder, feel lost, or lose track of our purpose.
I’m doing something a little different over on Crosswalk.com today–a slideshow. Come check out 20 Goals Every Christian Should Set.
What are your spiritual goals? How will you reach them?
(added note 1/8/2017) **I’ve gotten quite a few comments about not being able to read all 20 Goals. When I follow my link to Crosswalk, there’s an arrow on the right after I click “start slideshow” that allows me to scroll through. I’m sorry for whatever issues are going on with the website, but I’m not seeing them.Read More
We get married for all kinds of reasons. Love. Security. Children. Fear. Loneliness.
We might take that walk down the aisle as early as high school graduation or as late as in the fall or winter seasons of our lives.
Maybe we chose our high school sweetheart, our best friend, a coworker, someone we met in Sunday School, or even a person from our past who becomes our future.
Some us had great examples of solid marriages to look to in our own parents and mentors. Others of us saw what we didn’t want to become and vowed to do marriage differently. But no matter why, when, or with whom we take the plunge, most of us are nowhere close to understanding what it really means to tie that lifetime knot. READ THE REST ON CROSSWALK.COM.Read More
Twelve years ago, on a sunny Tuesday morning, I dropped my younger kids with a friend to run my oldest to the pediatrician’s office. I made the appointment early, planning to take him to a special breakfast for just the two of us afterward.
Kyle had spent the summer battling headaches, fatigue, and various viruses. Expecting a diagnosis similar to Mono, I was stunned when the doctor not only informed me that Kyle and I wouldn’t be going out for bacon and eggs, but that we wouldn’t even be going home.
Tears brimming in our doctor’s eyes, he instructed me to drive straight to the children’s hospital, where he’d arranged for a pediatric oncologist to admit Kyle to begin immediate chemotherapy.
Oncologist. Chemotherapy. Cancer.
Heart in my throat, lungs twist-tied, my brain refusing to fire, I couldn’t process…READ THE REST ON CROSSWALK.COM.
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