No one can continuously give out God’s word without being filled back up. Some people can only go a day before they need to be refilled, while others can go longer. Nobody can go forever. What can happen if you don’t nourish your inner man by filling up on God’s word? Read more. ~ Bryce Bengtson #HopeForTheNextGeneration
Our walk with God is often compared to walking in a dark hallway without a light. Yet, despite how often that comparison is made, it is false. We may be walking in a hall that is hard to see in, but God has given us the light we need. The moment we received Him and the Holy Spirit came to live in us, a light was sparked that will never go out. Read more for letting your light shine unhindered.
No doubt, she was starving herself. She was unhappy with her image and was getting bullied for it. She had chosen to starve herself to lose weight. She had become bulimic to fool her family. Cracked lips and tired eyes plagued her life and she could barely pay attention in class. All based on the thought “Maybe, just maybe, this will work. Maybe now I will be accepted.” But the thought was not hers. The voice had crept in fooling her mind but it couldn’t fool her body. The voice told her, “You want to eat? Bite your tongue….” She laid on her bed and cried, trapped.
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I looked at the page while putting my hands to the keys. I glanced over the notes and started playing. A#, D, C to F#, and so on. I slipped up here and there, but overall I did well. I glanced over the page again and focused on the areas I made mistakes. I looked for the hand patterns, and placement. I started over and played the piece. A few mistakes were still within the music but less than the first time. I started over once again and thought of the upcoming notes, the timings, and the hand placements. Perfect.
“Opening the cage door was not as easy as Max had hoped. Max leaped against the kennel’s gate, his body hitting the chain link with a loud clang… the next effort was going to have to count. Tensing his hind legs, Max leaped. His paws hit the chain link. The gate rattled. He bent his front paws, straining to hold himself up while his hind feet scrabbled against the concrete. Eyes wide, he forced his snout between the door and the pole. It was a tight fit, the cool metal pressing against his gums as he opened his mouth wide. [more]