Author: Marla

Artist: Vanessa Maddoux I can’t, but… With Jesus, I can. Jesus loves us conditionally. You know how I know; this is true? Because he didn’t die for me after I a...

Unaware, in the still of the night, gathered around a warm fire light, shepherds were watching their sheep sleeping in an open field. God said, “Angel-bright go...

Thank you for another week of providence. Thank you for seeing me for whom I am, for whom you created me to be. Thank you for trials that refine me. Give me a h...

Artist Unknown. To the traveler, I am your journey To the lost, I am your found To the weary, I am your rest To the defeated, I am your win To the sick, I am yo...

Often times we look at ourselves and think we aren’t qualified for certain tasks. I’m too old, I’m too young, I don’t have the academic qualifications, I’m a ba...

I’ve had sixty-six Thanksgivings in my lifetime those are all Thanksgivings in the past. I can’t say I remember the first few but as I grew, I remember my mothe...

First of all, let me just say this, what I’m about to write has nothing to do with being “politically correct.” Quite frankly I don’t know how to do that, or, e...

This past weekend I had the opportunity to serve at our Freedom Conference.  This is probably the 5th conference that I have either attended or served.  I share...

I would like to share something with you. This is something that I have been moved to share and it is with some emotion that I do so. A long time ago I realized...