Dressing in God's Love Blog

God’s word comforts our souls and offers peace that quiets the chatter that distracts from what is true. We are commanded not to yield to the world but to instead submit to the word. Romans 12:2 infers that this must be a continual process if we are to overcome our trials and discern God’s perfect will.

In today’s world, many of us are constantly seeking shortcuts in various aspects of our lives. Whether it’s in our diets, our work, or our spiritual journeys, the appeal of the easy way out can be tempting. But when it comes to living a fulfilling and purposeful life, there are no substitutes for the real thing. Just like we wouldn’t want to use skim milk in a savory, flavorful recipe, we shouldn’t skimp on the godly ingredients that truly nourish our souls.

Just like Dorothy, we sometimes want to (metaphorically) go home. Perhaps we want to turn back the clock, have one more visit with a loved one who has passed, or simply have a do-over of yesterday. However, the answer is found in the word surrender. 

In the midst of this bittersweet season, we are tackling home projects with newfound purpose. Walls are getting fresh coats of paint. Old posters are coming down. Spaces once dedicated to childhood pursuits are being repurposed, reimagined, and given tender attention.

For me, depression often feels like being trapped in a dark tunnel, with no clear way out. I’ve struggled with the idea that this dark season will never end, that it will always be a part of who I am. But this verse speaks to the hope that God is working during the struggle, even when it feels impossible to see. He’s making a way where there seems to be no way. He’s doing a new thing, whether I see it or not.

There have been countless times when I thought the grief might swallow me whole. But God has shown me that His restoration is not about erasing the pain—it’s about redeeming it. He has grown me in ways I never could have imagined. He’s taught me to lean on Him more than on my own understanding.

There was a time in my life when I didn’t recognize who I was becoming. Disappointments, betrayals, and grief piled up silently, like layers of sediment hardening over my soul. Without realizing it, I began living a guarded life. My prayers became robotic

We live in a fast-paced world that is increasingly active and noisy. Messages fly over the internet. We speak without contemplating our words or considering the viewpoint of others. It is effortless to respond without giving it a thought. We write words we’d never say face-to-face. Our careless words create misunderstandings. We release words, both spoken and written, that we can’t take back.

The example my father set for me was essential in shaping my healthy self-esteem. Watching him treat others with kindness, respect, and confidence taught me to value myself and believe in my worth. His actions demonstrated what it means to be strong yet compassionate, which has helped me face challenges with resilience and self-assurance.

uring my time in the Navy, I learned that it has rules and standards that must be followed. These are designed to ensure that departments and divisions operate smoothly. Maintaining loyalty and camaraderie within the division was essential. The military fosters a strong, unified group through a clear chain of command and by adhering to the orders given. The military demands obedience and commitment.

God does BIG things! He parts seas, calms storms, heals the blind, and gives us freedom. However, I’m relatively sure He wouldn’t peddle His sacred promises in this manner. After all, this offer is for something more than a penthouse suite, a first-class ticket, or more legroom.

As we journey through life and find ourselves in undesirable circumstances, we should look beyond our distress and ask the Lord to turn us back that we may be restored.

Peace is a practice. A holy habit. A daily decision to realign my heart with the Prince of Peace when everything else screams for my attention.

Returning her to the nest high in the barn seemed futile—she’d already endured a fall and had been separated from her mother. Our options were limited with four curious barn cats roaming the property and the nearest rehabilitation center two hours away.

Since I was young, I’ve had to live with my health struggles, chronic conditions that seem to always be there, lingering and never truly leaving. Though there are moments when I feel good, it’s often followed by periods of pain, exhaustion, and frustration. In those moments, I’ve wondered, “Where is God in all of this? How can a loving God allow this much suffering?”

There's something incredibly empowering about beginning anew. Whether it's the start of a new year, a fresh job, or simply a new day after a difficult night,

Can you remember a time when you felt wounded beyond repair? The world collapsed around you and threatened to rob you of joy.

I moved into my home several years ago. The kitchen was the only area I didn’t change before moving in. I thought, “I’ll do it within the first year.”  The first year comprised finding a new church and a new job. The second year involved finding a new job and getting involved at my church. In the third and fourth years, I returned to the challenge of finding the next job. In year five, water problems (a hole in a well pipe, an issue with my home water filtration system, and

When a sculptor begins working with those grains of sand, a transformation occurs. The once loose sand that was at the mercy of the wind is now becoming part of something incredible.

Colleen Howard   I focus on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead, I press on to reach the end of...