If you have spent any amount of time looking around my site, (If you're new, welcome! I’m so glad you’re here!!) you've probably noticed that I frequently use the term "Shieldmaiden." You might be asking questions like: what is a Shieldmaiden? What am I referring to when I use the term? Am I borrowing... Continue Reading →
I wonder how often you and I are in a situations where the Enemy keeps prodding and poking us so much that we are ready to take any sideways glance—or any lane change--as overtures of hostility. Sly whispers that people around us are encroaching our territory, taking what ought to be ours; that we must defend ourselves, defend our rights, protect ourselves, to assert ourselves or we will surely be harmed. Whispered lies that we must dominate others or we ourselves will be dominated.
The incredible truth of declaring “it is well with my soul”, is the fact that in any given moment, it very well might not be.Tweet The incredible truth of declaring “it is well with my soul”, is the fact that in any given moment, it very well might not be. It is easy enough to... Continue Reading →
It occurred to me a few years ago that as our faith deepens, so can our capacity for melancholy--it seems the two can be quite attached. I remember reading that Mother Theresa had struggled more with her faith in the last few years of her life than ever before. The idea occurred to me that the... Continue Reading →
I just love how Carolyn Custis James helps us to understand what an Ezer truly is. This is what I mean by #Shieldmaiden. This is how God made us!
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You are invited to join my new Facebook group for this project at http://www.facebook.com/groups/armoryjournal Currently Armory Journals are available for purchase through Etsy at http://www.etsy.com/shop/faithunscripted If you read through some of the archived posts on this site (specifically see this one) you'll see that I've been wrestling with a problem for a few years. I... Continue Reading →