Carrie is a biblical correspondent for Revive Our Hearts, a Bible teacher, conference speaker, and author of Joy in the Midst, a Bible study on Philippians. She and her husband Dennis, who serves on staff with Life Action Ministries, have two married children and a new little grandson!
Carrie has a deep love for God’s Word and a passion to see women grow in ever-increasing intimacy with Jesus through the study and application of His Word. She enjoys discipling and encouraging women and has had the privilege of ministering to missionary and national women in Africa and China through conferences and retreats. In her spare time Carrie enjoys walking, reading and “chatting” over coffee.
I dropped on the couch exhausted; something had to be wrong. An hour earlier, enthusiasm had soared as I headed out the door to mow the lawn as a surprise for my husband. Yet within minutes, every pass across the front yard seemed increasingly difficult.
Imagine if Jesus were to suddenly show up—in bodily form—in your family room. You glance up, blurry eyed from a marathon week of studies or from disciplining a toddler, startled to see Him there. The resurrected Savior is standing in the midst of your daily reality with His eyes fixed intently on you.
I don't want Noah to be a sinner! I don't want him even remotely connected to the wickedness and corruption described in Genesis 6. I want his determination, life choices, and "get 'er done" resolve to honor God and to have earned him God's favor. Because somehow it seems if Noah could live righteously in a world gone terribly wrong, then surely so can I.
I guess I've always thought Noah was a really good guy living in a generation when everyone else was really, really bad. But last week in Sunday school something just didn't seem right. The focus of our discussion became Noah and his righteousness rather than God's grace. I left wondering, "Is the take-away from this lesson that we need to be more like Noah?"
The lit tree, burning candles, and carols playing softly in the background couldn’t hide the tension that existed in our relationship. We just couldn’t seem to communicate face to face any more without some level of misunderstanding and hurt.
God's grace is like an ambulance that races to the point of our need the minute a call for help is made. But if we don't call, the ambulance doesn't come. If we refuse to admit our desperate neediness, we forfeit the grace that could have been ours.
I’m realizing it’s possible for those of us who love Jesus to find ourselves in a similar place. We can push harder and harder until we become so spiritually, emotionally, and physically exhausted that we feel like we have nothing left to give.
We often sense the Lord’s presence in places of serenity and security.
But what happens when the scenery changes—when the serene and secure
become tumultuous waves of uncertainty, doubt, or fear? When the bills
can’t be paid, or the consequences of sin run deep, or your hopes and
dreams for the future have been shattered?
One of the most unusual gifts I ever received was an overflowing bowl of cooked-to-perfection chicken feet from my Zambian friends. Gifts certainly come in all shapes and sizes! Philippians 1:29 describes another unusual gift.
But then it happened. Like falling dominoes, segment after segment of ten-foot tulling walls suddenly came crashing down. Gasps of horror preceded a deafening silence as we realized that hours of hard work now lay undone at our feet.
Our daughter’s wedding was in five days. In that short period of time, a
simple gymnasium needed to be transformed into an elegant reception
hall. A seemingly impossible task; yet this mother-of-the bride was
fully confident the “impossible” would become reality. My confidence
rested firmly in the transformational abilities of our dear friends. I
had no doubt . . . they would turn the common into a thing of incredible
Enkelejda describes Albanian women as “used and abused.” Kidnapping, human trafficking, pornography, prostitution, and organ trafficking all run rampant. If you have money, you can buy anything . . . or anyone. Ordering a child seems to be almost as normal as purchasing coffee in a coffee shop.
For years, I was the "queen of bad" at hiding God's Word in my heart. I had great intentions and periodically even managed to memorize a verse or two. The problem was those verses never seemed to stick in my mind for very long. In the area of Scripture memorization, I felt like a total failure.
For months the Lord had been speaking to me about an area of surrender. It began initially as a simple question from my husband, “Would you be willing …?” I laughed at the ridiculousness of the thought. Surely he wasn’t serious.
So many times I’ve thought “I don’t want to ever forget this moment.” The look in my son’s eyes as his bride walked down the aisle; my husband’s “welcome home” embrace as I returned from a third-world country; the joy of freedom after years of spiritual bondage; the night I first realized I was loved by the King of kings.