Author Archives: hbos12

Maybe, if you are anything like me, you have struggled at one time or another with feeling content in where God has you. Maybe it is the season of life that you are in. Maybe it’s the place where you live, the people you live with, or the places where you work and serve. MaybeContinue reading “The Chase after Contentment: Part 1”

My friend, how are you? Are you seen? Do you feel heard? Do you feel known? A truth God has been pressing into my memory and my lived experience lately is that I am known. God knows me! Nothing I am and nothing I do is hid from Him. He sees the fear, the distrust,Continue reading “I am Known”

Inevitably, after a mountaintop experience with God, there will be a valley. The enemy loves to try to drag us down in the dirt of discouragement. Just had an experience like that tonight, in fact! After testifying to God’s grace in singleness just 2 weeks ago in church, the dark clouds thundered over in aContinue reading “Preaching to Myself: The Right Response”

Hope for the Struggling Single’s Heart If you are anything like me, you often struggle with insecurity and feeling unloved. For the single who struggles with feeling this way, it can be easy to blame these feelings on one’s single status. Thoughts such as if only I were married, I would know that someone lovesContinue reading “Oil of Joy”

Sometimes during a glorious spring morning, a take-your-breath-away-kind-of-beautiful one, I look around and think, how can Heaven be any better than this? But the truth is, it will be. I don’t know what Heaven will look like except for a few hints that God gives me in the Bible, but I know it will defyContinue reading “Forever Home”

One of my very favorite books is a sweet story of good verses evil, written in the early 1900s by Elizabeth Cheney. In it, the orphan heroine, named Doris, is purchased by Mrs. Wilde–a farmer’s wife–to help her with chores and housework and to wait on her treasured, spoiled daughter of the same age. Aurelia,Continue reading “House of Love”

Pressed beyond measure; yes, pressed to great length; Pressed so intensely, beyond my own strength; Pressed in my body and pressed in my soul, Pressed in my mind till the dark surges roll. Pressure from foes, and pressure from dear friends. Pressure on pressure, till life nearly ends. Pressed into knowing no helper but God;Continue reading “Providential Pressing”