The Little Foxes

I have learned the hard way. Foxes will stalk their prey for days...weeks even. They study their habits. They learn the weaknesses of their prey. See a fox - scare it away - it will return. You must catch it. You must eliminate it. Or it will kill. A single fox can take out an... Continue Reading →

Why Are You Downcast Oh My Soul

Written by Anna Sojourning   My depressed thoughts would go like this: "I want to be alone, but I don't want to be lonely.  I'm afraid of failure, but I feel unable to do anything anything.  I know I should be peaceful and happy, but I just want to fall on the floor and lay... Continue Reading →

The Nature of Addiction

Written by Rosa A. Hopkins Imagine you're in a smoky room, where things are unclear. A seductress leans sultrily into the microphone, as she sings words of unbridled passion. (If you're a woman, picture that this is a man). Things become hazy. She promises a love so strong that your soul will feel its pain... Continue Reading →

Pour out Your Heart

[separator top="25" bottom="25" style="shadow"] "O my people, trust in Him at all times. Pour out your heart to Him, for God is our refuge." (Psalm 62:8, NLT)   I believe God is calling us to a time of honestly before Him.   How can He begin to do a work in me until I am... Continue Reading →

Inhale, Exhale – By Lake Averie

[separator top="25" bottom="25" style="shadow"] Inhale, Exhale By Lake Averie Fight or flight? She can’t decide. Hiding out, trying to ride it out until the pain subsides Praying they don’t find out the fears her body has shouted. But He knows and where is He? As close as the air I breathe. © 2015 Lake Ave... Continue Reading →

Anxiety (by Angie Dailey)

  [separator top="25" bottom="25" style="shadow"] Written by Angie Dailey For some, anxiety is a way of life. I see it every day in the decisions we make, in the way we live. It is a delicate balance of emotion, heartache and for me, faith. I have great anxiety over what people think of me, and... Continue Reading →

Oh, My Baggage! (by Andrea Fortenberry)

  [separator top="25" bottom="25" style="shadow"] Written by Andrea Fortenberry   My parents used to call me the bag lady when I was around four years old because I loved to put things in a bunch of different bags and hide them in my room. If every anything went missing in our house, like the scissors or tape,... Continue Reading →

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