He was defeated. Competitive him, who’d spent most of his life perfecting the art of winning. He’d been trounced by a woman. Killed with one look from those hazel eyes.
He could look into your eyes and without saying a word assure you that you were the most fascinating woman in the world and call you beautiful in six languages.
You had to navigate the path the best you could, try to discern what was right, and then hope mightily for the best.
Where there’s God, there’s hope,” she said. “And where there’s hope, there can be healing.
Funny thing about prayers. God hears them. But you just never know if, when, or how He’s going to answer them.
Nora wasn’t a football fan. Who had time to watch football when there were so many fantastic books in the world yet unread?
This was thing about temptations. God didn’t take them away. They were there – powerful and still needing to be dealt with. If you gave them an inch of leeway, they had the dark strength to take you under.
He never promised us that we wouldn’t suffer. But He’s too just not to redeem it. And He does promise us that He won’t leave us. That He’ll be with us through the worst. That He loves us.
What I’ve learned is that the past might be challenging and the future might be unsure. And that’s okay. The present is all we’re given, anyway. When we get to the future, God will be there. He’ll supply whatever we need for each day.