read to feed the soul

Written by FBJ Women for Women

A Stuffer

A Stuffer

It’s been an on-going saga in my life this year – what to keep and what to discard. The irony in those decisions has been the value placed on the items. It’s been easier to part with a large piece of furniture or family antique than it has an old letter or kindergarten art work.

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Gripe Gripe Gripe

Are you a grumbler? Do you complain a lot? If you’re like me, you would probably rate yourself as a non-complainer. That’s good, but I think you might be surprised if you began taking a serious note of your conversations.

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Pass the Plate

The prayer I was still mulling over touched on a totally different angle – gratitude for the privilege to give. Why hadn’t I thought of that before? Not everyone is blessed with the privilege to give monetarily to God.

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Snakes Ahead

Signs are always important and usually for our good if and when we heed them.

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Even His Tiny Creatures

read to feed the soul Written by FBJ Women for Women by: Camille Anding Even His Tiny Creatures Carports are blessings. It doesn’t take but one rain-drenching dash from the car to the house to realize that. However, it’s the open carports that become the safe haven...

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He Is My Shepherd

read to feed the soul Written by FBJ Women for Women by: Camille Anding He Is My Shepherd “The Lord is my shepherd.” If He’s the Shepherd, I’m the sheep – not a lamb, but a sometimes stubborn, oftentimes ornery old sheep with a mind of my own and not enough discipline...

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God’s Grace Is Always Enough

The Christian fellowship is unique in the way our kinship always transcends any background. I still remember a sweet experience in a Delta Bible study that I was blessed to attend.

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On Mother’s Day

My mother has been such a godly influence in my life. Now that I am a mother, I appreciate her even more.

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It’s My Burden to Bear

read to feed the soul Written by FBJ Women for Women by: Elisa McCurley It’s My Burden to Bear Have you ever loaded up your arms with grocery bags and not be able to lift them? I have. I usually underestimate my own strength. I imagine all of us have from time...

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He Fights for Me

What does it look like not to fight? Does it mean you just lay down and take it? Does it mean we are doormats for the rest of the world to commit crimes and walk all over the truth of what we know? Does it mean we are mild and passive as not to offend?

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