
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 🙂
Have you caught it? You know, Olympic fever.
Do we feel a tad squeamish when turning to the evening news? Do thoughts of what we’ll hear this time make our hearts tighten?
In the aftermath of the Orlando tragedies, there is a chaotic blur of sorrow, asking why, placing blame, and searching for answers.
We all have them—times that our feet get knocked out from under us. Life happens and we feel blind-sided by pain and sorrow.