Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it

I was searching on Facebook for my husband.  Literally, I thought it would be funny to type the word “husband” into the search bar and see if he’d pop up.  What did happen to pop up was a site for “Husbands and Wives of Islam”.  Curiosity got the best of me and I read a post someone wrote.  It was nice.  It was pro-marriage and encouraged others to forgive and hang in there.  Yes, t'was very nice indeed, which got me thinking about the crucial difference between Islam and Christianity.  Because both doctrines might tell you to live good, decent, tax-paying lives, there was one problem I realized which I humbly submit to you.  Through Allah or Muhamed there is not remission of sins, plain and simple. "So Christ was sacrificed once to take away the sins of many people; and he will appear a second time, not to bear sin, but to bring salvation to those who are waiting for him."--Hebrews 9:28

At the cross You beckon me You draw me gently to my knees, and I am Lost for words, so lost in love, I'm  Sweetly broken, wholly surrendered

Tonight I heard the pains of a mother who sacrificially puts her son before herself.  Bless her heart that she wants what’s best for him.  She was weeping because she feels she is a bad mother.  “I haven’t done anything in particular, but I feel that way because, well, I’m a mom.  That’s just what we do.”   I don’t think so, Satan.  Not this time.  Not my sister in Christ!  Where did we get idea that we have to beat ourselves up?  Probably a year ago, heck, a week ago you could have tried to give me a compliment, and I’d scarcely believe it was true.  Not to discredit a need for genuine humility, but humility does not mean we are a doormat beneath any shred of confidence as we pass through life (and by confidence I mean the kind found only in Christ).  A lot of times, in pursuit of denying myself, I end up denying myself the very rights as a child of God. Children are carefree.  Imagine a little girl that love...