Father God, I pray that my thought-life will belong to You. Help me to never settle for simply thinking good thoughts. May I daily immerse myself in Your Word so that my inmost self is molded and shaped by the power of Your Holy Spirit. Thank you, Father, for the life of obedience, strength, and joy that results from pursuing Your heart and mind. I love You, Jesus.
Praying that you have a Phil. 4:8 week!
Joyfully,
Leigh Ann 🙂
Do you ever feel like you’re drowning in the everyday-ness of life? Do you wonder if anything you do makes a difference?
Did you know that God provides a way to take the regular, run-of-the-mill, ordinary day and transform it into the incredible?
Check out Romans 12:1 and see if it doesn’t put a spring in your step this week! There’s nothing like a little purpose and perspective to get the heart and soul riled up 🙂
Today I have the privilege of being the featured blogger with the Just 18 Summers parenting website. If you haven’t checked out this online magazine, you’re missing an amazing resource for parents! There are daily articles on everything from planting seeds of faith in our children, to teaching responsibility, to unique crafting for every age group.
The site offers something for everyone in this incredible journey of raising our children.
Remember, we only have 18 summers!Â
Last week I wrote about a man who made a positive impact on others because of the way he approached his workday. My husband met him on a hospital elevator and in a matter of seconds, this man touched the lives of myriad others.
No, he wasn’t a doctor, nurse, or other medical personnel. He wasn’t an administrator. In fact, his work falls into the “invisible” category—you would only notice if it wasn’t done. Continue reading
 I should have been excited about the evening. I wanted to be. But I had a sense of heaviness—and to be honest, I felt a little betrayed.
It was a Monday night, and my family had just returned home from serving in a Kids’ Club sponsored by our church. We were blessed to be part of a great team of youth and adults willing to jump in and use their gifts to share the Gospel with unchurched children in our community.
But my uneasiness lingered through the night and into the morning. Frustrated, I went outside, sat on our front porch swing, and started talking…
“Okay, Lord. What’s going on? Is it my attitude? What is…wrong?”
For a while, there was silence. Then…
Say it, child.
“I don’t know what you mean, Lord.”
Say it.
I sighed. There was no use trying to hide it. Frustration spilled from my heart…
Leigh Ann Thomas 