If Scripture tells us not to be anxious, then why do we get butterflies and sweaty palms?
It started with a trip to a walk-in clinic. Then there was the phone call, "You need to come to the hospital right now." Then came the diagnosis: "We think you have leukemia." This is Mike's story.
Who owns you?
You're a heartbreaker.
Look upon Jesus. Trace your steps back to the cross and have a fresh start.
In the darkness of my gloom, I saw his outstretched hand, and I heard these words: "Though you would not see it, I am the one you have been seeking all your life."
We thought we were over, no chance to restart, what future remains after falling apart?
You are worth every drop of blood that Jesus shed and paid for you.
Our destiny is death apart from Christ.
As Jesus’ followers who freely receive, we should freely give.