Faith is a battleground.
Sometimes with no cease fires and no days off.
Once God has made a promise to us, we must believe and continue in the path of believing. Anything less than that and we are subject to suffering defeat.

My pregnant unmarried mother was left to raise me alone with the help of her parents on a country farm. The parish priest refused to baptise me because I was illegitimate. When I was 5, I gained a dad who I saw as a superhero, but who’s abuse left me disappointed and further rejected.

And her rival also provoked her severely, to make her miserable, because the Lord had closed her womb. So it was, year by year, when she went up to the house of the Lord, that she provoked her; therefore Hannah wept and did not eat (1 Samuel 6-7).

I can still remember how my father walked into the house that evening and announced that he had been fired. “I have just been fired,” he said to my mother miserably and languidly sank into the chair. “I have just received my termination letter. My own is finished. I am finished. We are finished.”

I can still remember how my father walked into the house that evening and announced that he had been fired. “I have just been fired,” he said to my mother miserably and languidly sank into the chair. “I have just received my termination letter. My own is finished. I am finished. We are finished.”

This evening, a dear friend and I were talking and somehow, we get to where she begins to share with me how she has very low self esteem and how everyone around her tries to trample on her and to reinforce in anyway they can, her ill feelings about herself.

This evening, a dear friend and I were talking and somehow, we get to where she begins to share with me how she has very low self esteem and how everyone around her tries to trample on her and to reinforce in anyway they can, her ill feelings about herself.

Young girl meets young boy, and they like each other. They become friends and in time, find they have a lot in common. This draws them closer. They start seeing each other and spending quality time together.

I find that most problems we have as individuals; what to do, what not to do, how to go and not to go, where our priorities ought to be, the things that are important to us and those that aren't as important, the order of their importance to us as unique individuals,…

Ever built a Lego house? Do you recall how you approached that project no matter how miniature, with just a stack of bricks, either in a stash, a heap, or scattered all about maybe by a frustrated other sibling, or else.

What a wide, gaping world! The closer we pry, the more we find that whatever it is we want to do, is usually tied to smaller demographics, clusters, communities, units, you name it.