I thought it would be easy to count my blessings but I was wrong. Every time I lie down to sleep I pray. I ask forgiveness for my sins, I ask God to make me into the person He created me to be, I ask Him to bless all my friends and relations and I give thanks for all the blessings He has bestowed upon me. The other night I was not tired enough to fall asleep right away so I thought I would try to count my blessings but, as I began, I decided I’d like to list them in order of magnitude from the greatest blessing down to…
I have a couple more health issues to deal with but I'm doing good, better than you might expect really, thanks to God.
I've never appreciated life and I've never wanted to be alive so I am feeling a bit confused to find myself agreeing to fight for my life now it looks like cancer might take it from me. I'm also finding the whole life or death thing is not as simple as I always expected it to be.
People have been arguing about what to believe for centuries but I think faith is more about why than what.
The end of another year causes me to wonder what my life might have been like if I'd had good self-esteem.
I have been asked to give my thoughts about hearing God's voice. I am no expert on the subject but here is what I believe.
The story of how I came to ask God why He lets bad things happen and the answer to the question that, I believe, He gave me.