by | Faith Lived Out, Guest Posts
Ken Davis asks in his book, Fully Alive: Lighten Up and Live – A Journey that Will Change Your LIfe,
“How has your life changed in the past few years because of the power of Christ living in you?”
Before I answer the question, let me say this. Christianity is not easy. Had I known what trials I would go through prior to surrendering my life to Christ, I’m not sure I would have signed up. Does that mean I regret becoming a Christian? No way! I wouldn’t trade it for anything. But it’s hard.
You can’t have a true relationship with Jesus Christ without your life changing. If you’ve been a Christian for several years now and your life is still comfortable, I recommend you having a talk with God and reanalyzing your situation.
I’m guest posting today over at the Scenic Route.
by | Faith Lived Out, Guest Posts
This is a guest post by Pilar Arsenec. She is a legal secretary by day and a writer by night. In her spare time she enjoys spending time with her family, reading, writing, singing and cooking. You can find her blog, Ordinary Servant at www.ordinaryservant.com.
In 1995, I was very ill. Doctors didn’t know what was wrong with me. I spent almost an entire year visiting different doctors and enduring a variety of tests. I remember sitting in yet another doctor’s office awaiting the test results. At this point, I was worried, hopeless and expecting the worst. I had reached the end of myself and began to pray.
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In my prayer, I had made a promise to the Lord, that if He healed me, I would write for Him. God answered my prayer and performed a miracle. My results came back and everything was fine. I felt better too.
However, the promise I made that day is still looming. I am now 45 years old and I still haven’t written my story. I continue to hear the whisper of God nudging me to write. But I also hear other voices.
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by | Faith Lived Out
I’m pathetic. I’m a loser. I’m completely unlovable. No one will ever love me. I’m ugly. I’m stupid.
I heard these words most of my life. Who said them? Me. I believed they were true and my actions showed just how much I believed them. When others would say kind things to me, I’d roll my eyes, pop off some kind of snarky comment, and walk away. Who were they to lie to me? I could handle that myself.
Today I’m honored to be guest posting for Donya Dunlap. Check out the rest of the post here…
by | Faith Lived Out
Last night something adventurous happened. Something exciting. Scary as you know what. I may share the what later, but for right now I’m going to just let myself enjoy it.
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Last night I took a huge step of faith. I was scared to death, but I did it afraid.
Why?
Because doing it afraid is what Jesus tells us to do.
I’m continuously learning that if I just take the step, God will help me take the next one. Then the next one, and the next one….
Today, what do you need to do afraid? Leave your comment below…
by | Faith Lived Out
I was having a heart to heart with a good friend the other day over a fruit cup at Panera. They should add more pineapple chunks to the mix. Anywho, I was speaking some truth to her – some of it hard to swallow.
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In one point of our conversation I told her going through these things sucks. It’s gonna hurt. I couldn’t candy coat it for her. But I made the promise that things are so much better on the other side. I assured her that freedom was waiting for her. Then she asked me this question that’s really had me doing some thinking:
“Has it really been worth it for you on the other side?”
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by | Faith Lived Out, Life Application
A month ago I quit school. Well, I actually quit in my head. I woke up and told myself, There’s no way I can get caught up with this Algebra class. I’m just going to go in and withdrawal and be done with it. The whole hospital thing had done me in. My mind was set. I was done with school.
An hour later I walked out registered for the Fall semester and had 13 days to pass my final Algebra class. There were two tests I had to make up – the last chapter and the final exam. I honestly had no idea how I was going to survive those next two weeks or what I was going to do, but God reminded me he had brought me this far, we weren’t giving up now.
I sought out a tutor. I studied. I fought. I studied. I quit. Then I took the first test.
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