The Love Offering Guest Blog Series Archives - Page 30 of 46

I’m the Only One Who Escaped to Tell You by Toni Thrash

Apr 27, 2023

Once when my boys were teenagers, they bribed me with doing a month’s worth of laundry if I would just ride this one roller coaster with them. It was perhaps the biggest one I had ever seen. I hate roller coasters. Despise them. I agreed to ride. I truthfully feared for my life and when I got off the rollercoaster, I was crying. I was the only one who escaped to tell you this story. In truth, we all survived, but I’ve never been more afraid!

How Small Things Demonstrate God’s Great Love by Nora Tatina

Apr 20, 2023

Since I was a girl, I’ve dreamed of changing the world like it was my destiny. On Christmas and birthdays, I would close my eyes tight, squeeze my hands together, and wish for big things, hoping they would lead to greater things. As I grew, my dreams turned to disappointments. It was as if the world had stood outside the window of my heart, shouting its prosperity anthem of greater things yet to come. I felt an ultimatum to “go bigger or go home.” A trip across the ocean would prove me wrong.

Better Reactions, Better Relationships by Lysa TerKeurst

Apr 13, 2023

My heart raced when I saw their number pop up on my phone, I had been avoiding a conversation with someone who had already made it known to me that they didn’t see things the way I did. I just knew it was going to be hard and probably not go well.

Releasing My Plans for His by Marjie Metz

Apr 6, 2023

If I’m being completely honest, I feel like a failure. I’m not where I planned to be at this point in my life. I envisioned having a highly profitable coaching business, lots of engagements lined up, and being able to choose how I want to spend my “extra” money.

Filling to Strengthen and Pour by Jennye Bock

Mar 30, 2023

When he was eleven years old, my son gave me a gift he’d picked out and purchased himself. A small ceramic pitcher—about five inches tall, painted pearly white, with a tiny pink flower attached. Not long after, a stormy season sent me more fervently seeking, searching for rescue and relief. I sank my teeth deep into a brown leather Bible, and its words sank to the deepest parts of me. God’s Love Letter was the balm for my hurting heart, the binding up of wounds, the filling up of empty within.