Viewing entries posted in April 2014
Not too long ago this normally happy girl was grouchy, overly sensitive, and emotional. The last thing I wanted was to be the person with her cranky pants on. Yet here I was wearing them with a capital "C."
That’s when Zephaniah 3:17 came to mind. “The LORD your God is in your midst.” Right then. Right there. He was with me.
Hi, this is Ansen from the Drive-Home!
When you support KLRC, God is using your gifts to truly make a Positive Difference.
Have you ever gone to a networking or social event and realize you're talking with someone, but you’re not hearing a word they say? Sure, you're doing everything right – making eye contact, verbally acknowledging their thoughts when they pause, even leaving a smile plastered across your face – but the truth is, you're not listening. You're not there. You're somewhere else.
Have you ever felt pursued? Oppressed? Sensed the devil nipping at your heels?
I'd like to draw a parallel between how Pharaoh acted in Exodus 14 and how Satan acts throughout history.
Both are unyielding enemies, coveting the power of God for themselves. Both have been plundered by the Almighty, and both are enraged beyond endurance. Both have assembled vast armies for the destruction of God’s people – yet neither seems to realize how utterly defeated he already was and is.
Hi, this is Keri from the KLRC Morning Show. When you support KLRC, God is using your gifts to truly make a positive difference... just like fellow mom, Kyla.
"KLRC has affected my life change! I love being able to turn on the radio and not worry about what might come across the speakers! With 3 little girls in this world today, it's so hard to raise them the way God wants me to when they are exposed to so much beyond my control!!! Our family is thankful for KLRC and my girls can sing along and that's the sweetest sound!"
We all mess up. We all fall short. We all wish we could be a little bit better. And when that happens, we wonder if God still really wants to use us. People comment on our strengths or what they admire about us and we think, "Oh, if you only knew what I'm like in my worst moments."
But here's the reality: God does know you in your worst moments. He knows all the things hidden in your heart. He knows what you even hide from yourself. And he picked you anyway.
I sat with my head leaning on my hand, my eyes glazing over as I stared at the computer screen and scrolled through my bank account. I knew enough to know it wasn't good for it to be going out faster than it was coming in. But I couldn't figure out how to make sense of all those numbers with dollar signs in front of them. I was never very good at math. When real life (aka. student loans, rent, and grocery bills) and math started to collide, I knew I was going to need help with what felt like a high-wire balancing act. I always felt a little bit like a failure because I couldn't figure out how to budget on my own. But then I learned there are people who are actually really good at this. The best part is, those people usually love to help those of us who find the numbers game a bit more challenging.
I don’t like heights, so when I arrived at the zip line park, my heart went into overdrive. As I stood on the tiny platform, there was nothing between me and the ground, hundreds of feet below.
I put my gloved hands on the zip line while everything in me was screaming to turn around and go back to solid ground.
But then I let go.
If I asked you how you are today, you might (like so many of us) answer, "Fine." But underneath that answer could be questions, struggles, insecurities. How do I know? Because I'm human too.
And every day we need to hear one thing: You're going to be okay.
“Where are the lame? I must make my home in their shadow. Where are the lowly- the ones despised? Where is pain at this moment? Because I have tired of trying to get God to come to me, instead I will enter into the place where He already is... when you avoid pain, above all else, you are avoiding God.” ~ Matthew Lyle Mooney, A Story Unfinished.
Two weeks ago I stole this book from my friend Keri’s desk (with her permission). Little did I know, it was my heart that was about to be stolen.