Do you remember the smell of that new house or apartment you moved into? Do you remember the sense of security you felt knowing the walls would not cave in around you? Do you remember putting things in the house that made you feel good even if it did not go with the decor of… Continue reading When The Walls Of Stress Tear You Down
This brought me to tears. People just do not understand the power of prayer until they truly witness it first hand.
I am just blown away by this post and the openness in which Cynthia shares her story with us. What a powerful testimony of what God can do if we simply get out of His way.
God bless you sis!
You don’t have to believe in God to pray. That’s what our Sexual Recovery Therapist told my husband as he outlined the sex addiction recovery program my husband was about to begin. Having a day bookended by prayer wouldn’t have fazed me too much. As a Christian, I didn’t spend as much time talking to God as I could or should have. Twice a day would have been a stretch. But something I would have readily agreed to as a part of my recovery program.
And yet it wasn’t me seeking healing from a pornography addiction, compulsive masturbation and intimacy anorexia. It was my husband. A man who did not believe in the existence of God.
I was highly doubtful that my non-believing husband would agree to pray. My eyes had been glued to our counsellor’s face, grasping every bit of hope his words were offering us. The hope began…
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One thing my son, Brandon, loves watching is a potter at his/her wheel. He will stay there looking so intently at every water drop applied, the hand movement of the potter, the delicate procedure of applying a utensil to the clay and the speed of the wheel to ensure that the clay does not go… Continue reading The Potter’s Hand
The inspiration for this post comes from a dear brother in Christ from Celebrate Recovery. You see this young man has been through the ringer. I will not go into the details of this young man's life out of respect. I will share the ideas or thoughts God gave me while listening to him speak… Continue reading Jesus’ Wrecker Service
Do you remember all those spankings we used to get as kids? Do you remember the pain your rear felt? I do. I may still have little red dots on my rear from being paddled with one that holes drilled in it for air resistance. But... That's not the type of discipline I want to… Continue reading Discipline Though Painful Produces Righteousness