My Christian journey as a wife and mother. I just want to take a moment to welcome you to my blog. This blog highlights my personal journey as a Christian wife and mother, and trust me, it has been a journey! Finally, I also contribute blogs to another site Credo Covenant. On that site, I focus a lot more on my journey into Reformed theology and applications I am making between that, my race, being a woman, being a mother, and being a sister in Christ. Thanks for stopping by, and blessings to you! Enter .

We have failed utterly to maintain the doctrine of the law. Which was universally taught in Protestant confessions, becoming instead a lawless people. This has handicapped our witness. To the world, robbing us of the moral authority to speak and of any message which could convict.

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Egyptians, plagues, finally the Israelites get to leave, slight problem in the form of an entire sea in their way, God parts the water and they walk through, Egyptians drown. In order to get where God wants us, we often have to walk through towering walls of water. Or are my eyes on the.

For Baptist women of a 1689 persuasion.

8220;Both the abused and the abuser have the same value. 8220;Both the abused and the abuser have the same value. When I heard my pastor say these words I thought I felt my lungs collapse. My chest sank and I could not breathe. The war started backup inside me. The battle between truth and the unforgiveness in my heart. My identity is not something I have struggled with in about a year.

8230;all that is worth remembering of life is the poetry of it. To bring our stories to the page, no matter how hard they have been to live through, and no matter how hard they are to re-tell. Already I felt less weight in my soul, and the light just begin to finger its way to my shattered places. And it is a deep, cleansing breath when we feel the scribbled, frantic piles of our plans born away by the bearer of our burdens.

A peek into the lives of the Groves. But, I think we need to be careful of the language we use to describe it. Be aware of it, call it sin from the rooftops by all means but please, can we agree not to make fun of it? So when I read things like,.