Have you ever wondered who God says you are? Or have you ever wanted a different name? Maybe you never liked the name your parents chose for you at birth. Or maybe you were teased as a child (or even as an adult) by people calling you names. According to the calendar, February 13th was “Get a Different Name Day.”
As I thought about this “holiday,” I reflected on times I not only wanted but needed a different name. But perhaps not in the way you might expect.
Throughout my life, the enemy has whispered labels in my ear that I began to identify with and call myself. You’ve probably done that occasionally too.
Have you ever had to say goodbye to someone you love?
Saying goodbye to my college-aged son was not easy. It hasn’t gotten any easier. Just recently I went to visit him, yet when the time came, it was a very tear-filled goodbye.
After he left, I poured my heart out to the Lord. I’m excited to see what the Lord is doing in and through my son, but my mother’s heart is sad to say goodbye. As I took that before the Lord, He showed me a picture. He reminded me that He had to say goodbye to His son.
Do you ever struggle with comparison? Do you ever compare yourself with others and then let it impact how you feel about yourself?
I had the opportunity to speak to a group of mentor leaders. It was such an honor and a privilege. They received me and my message warmly, and I think we all thoroughly enjoyed the morning.
But I have to admit something. As I was sitting there waiting for my opportunity to share what the Lord had put on my heart for them, another speaker was speaking. As the speaker before me spoke, I listened to the words that were being given and I started comparing what the other speaker was sharing with the word I felt like the Lord had given me.
I suppose you could call it a professional hazard as a neuropsychologist. I have a tendency to pay attention to what people say, and what people don’t say, what they do, and what they don’t do. I’m always paying attention, and always listening. Sometimes I’ll comment, if people want to know my opinion, but I often just stay silent.
I’ve noticed one of the ways the enemy brings about worry, fear and anxiety so he can steal our peace is through a door we’ve left open. Don’t leave an open door! Fight back against his tactics with these tips.
As a kid in the little church where I grew up, the “worship service” was the interminable hour of the week that, if suitably endured without complaint or fidget, would be followed by the biggest meal of the week, often with dessert, and a lazy Sunday afternoon free of schoolwork or chores. But that hour!
What a loss! I wish I knew then what I know now. Read more to discover the wonder of worship. ~ Scott Bengtson
I recently had the opportunity, given to me by a very brave pastor, who asked me to preach on the fact that even Christians get depressed.
I’ve talked to many pastors, who have told me that no one in their church suffers from depression. I then scratch my head and wonder what planet they are on. You only have to open up your Bible to see that Jonah, and Elijah, and Job, and David struggled with depression. David said numerous times, “Why so downcast oh my soul?”
“Why so downcast oh my soul?” I could have written that line back in the day when I walked through the valley of depression.
Read more for hope to overcome the giant of depression.