The person whom God guides is the person who depends on his grace. It is not always easy to trust God. But it is always right to—because he promises...

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If you’ve bought the lie that you’re not going to make it, the Enemy is at your table. This voice tells you that life is hopeless. There’s no way out. May as well just...

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Israel spent a total of forty years in the desert, but they wandered as punishment for their unbelief for thirty-eight years (Deut. 2:14). This is significant because it ties into an often-overlooked detail that is vital ...

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There’s an old bumper sticker that says, “God is my co-pilot.” I’m sure whoever came up with that meant well, but it’s terribly misguided because it implies that we are in the pilot seat when the reality is...

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One night, a couple who were seemingly broken before the Lord came up to me. They were weeping almost uncontrollably. They said that the Lord spoken to them about giving away every penny they had. I learned that they had written a check ...

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Early on in our marriage, Lois and I took a trip to Italy and stopped at the Tower of Pisa. It wasn’t much to look at, to be honest. Just a short tower leaning, and a lot of people leaning as well as they gazed or took some touristy photos. That’s it. I wasn’t...

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If you ever saw her picture, you surely would remember it for the rest of your life. It gained fame in the 1970s as an anti-war icon when a photographer took her picture as she was ...

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Holiness is often hidden—no, I take that back—is often showcased in a child. Take the time I was in an airport drugstore in Hawaii. Ken was at the ticket counter, and I was using the time to pick up a few last-minute gifts for friends. I found a clerk in one of the aisles who helped stack three boxes...

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I recently ran into a friend I hadn’t seen in a few weeks. I know she’s been going through a tumultuous time, so after some brief small talk I said, “Friend, can I ask...

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It has been three years. Last night I remembered the final vigil, holding one of her soft hands with its delicately curved fingers while my sister held the other and we waited with each breath, both longing for her release and guiltily grateful...

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