What’s Wrong with my love

My pastors are teaching a series on the 9 fruit of the Spirit. Today the topic was love. We were challenged to read I Corinthians 13 daily. As I was doing this tonight another comment from the sermon jumped out. "If we are not exhibiting the 9 fruit in our lives, something is wrong with our love." I admit to being a little self-righteous in my thinking about love. I "love" people, genuinely. I haven't met anyone that I dislike. I don't hate anyone. So I thought I was doing pretty good in this area. Then in the sermon, the preacher pointed out that love, God's defined love is Agape love. It is defined in the scriptures and I fall so incredibly short.

Resisting Comfort

2 Corinthians 1-3-7 All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort. He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given... Continue Reading →


Numbers 32:1-5 The tribes of Reuben and Gad owned vast numbers of livestock. So when they saw that the lands of Jazer and Gilead were ideally suited for their flocks and herds,  they came to Moses, Eleazar the priest, and the other leaders of the community. They said,  “Notice the towns of Ataroth, Dibon, Jazer,... Continue Reading →


I'm a person who can tolerate change pretty well. I've always said "The one thing that is constant is change." No matter where I work, no matter what I've been through, change has always been a part of it. Change has been a constant. When my world is shaken by change, as long as I... Continue Reading →

But God

I have very few memories from childhood. What few I have that are my own (Not stories told to me or remembered through pictures), are negative memories, But God. I am the youngest of five siblings, my oldest brother is ten years older and the closest in age sibling died at birth two years before I... Continue Reading →

Lasting Memories

Over thirty years ago I lost a childhood friend. I still remember standing in the hallway, my mom on the phone that hung in hall of our home.  It was a little over a week until my birthday.  My friend had been in the hospital.  As a child I thought that she had childhood diabetes. ... Continue Reading →

Love Languages

There are times in life when you realize just exactly how much your childhood impacted who you are and how you perceive things. I had one of these moments recently.  My daughter and I were talking about the 5 Love Languages.   She went through giving her answers for the test for children.  Even as she answered,... Continue Reading →

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