If you had asked me years ago which promise of God I clung to, I honestly don’t know that I would have had an answer. There was a season when I wasn’t clinging to His promises at all—I was wrestling with Him.

Not long after I handed in my resignation, Bruce and I hit the road on a ministry trip. During the ensuing days, I had to stand and fight for my faith. The monetary offerings were low because of the economy. The spirit of fear tried to overwhelm me with questions about provision. I fought back by speaking the Word Of God.

Infertility became one of the hardest journeys I have ever walked. It was a road filled with doctor appointments, fertility treatments, surgery, and five heartbreaking miscarriages. Year after year, I heard the painful words, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Bolinger… the test was negative.” I smiled through baby showers while quietly grieving in private. I celebrated with friends who were expecting while wondering why my own prayers seemed unanswered.

By Nancy White We left the hospital after eleven long days, finally having a diagnosis: Lewy Body Dementia. I had never heard of it before and had absolutely no idea what to expect. The only words of comfort came from a well-meaning nurse who looked at me and said, “You’ll be back.” “Lord, help!” became the cornerstone of my daily prayers for the next five years. As a health researcher for over thirty years, my natural instinct was to dive into the data. I began aggressively

As a mom of two young boys, I was diagnosed with a rare, incurable disease when both of my children, just 18 months apart, were still in diapers. They don’t know a life outside of Mommy needing IV chemotherapy, doctor’s appointments, medications, and eventually a stem cell transplant and post-transplant care.

By Nicole Roth God's Surprising Ways It was 2008; we had small children, and our Texas home had a fenced yard bordered by a veteran who seemed mentally unstable. He would climb his ladder, peer into our yard, comment on our dogs, and it all made me very nervous. I wanted out. Immediately. I shared my desire with my husband, and although he wanted me to feel secure in our home, he was in no hurry to move. Despite his lack of interest, I decided we had to leave. Tabs were co

I had known Jesus for 45 years. I reminded myself that He is a sovereign God. His thoughts are higher than mine, and He works all things together for good. Still, I asked “Why, Lord?” Like Jacob, I wrestled with God as I fought to hold onto the beauty, fulfillment, and financial security our jobs had provided for so many years.

By Courtney Garrett I had spent an hour on the phone with my friend Lindsay one afternoon, coaching her through what it would look like to start a neighborhood Bible study. It had become my passion to equip women to take a meaningful risk by opening their homes to host an introductory, foundational Bible study. We hung up after praying that the Lord would open doors and soften the hearts of the neighbors she was inviting. Lindsay sent out her thoughtfully worded group text, a

Surrender. Say it again… Surrender. Just saying that word feels like a weight has been lifted, and yet how often we struggle to surrender. I never realized how much I struggled until the weight of the world was being piled on top of me; I was truly being crushed.

by Tischa Van de Reep Have you ever trusted a person to fulfill a promise to you? We all have at various times in our lives. I’m sure you’ve experienced happiness and relief when promises were fulfilled, and disappointment and regret when they weren’t. With God, we’re told that things are different. We hear that God will never disappoint. He is the Promise Keeper, and His promises never fail. So what happens when they do? What happens when the baby isn’t conceived, or the ma

By Jane Bjork Is trusting that we have a “Promise-Keeping God” difficult? It can be, and there are a few answers I can think of as to possibly why. The first is that we often evaluate our God according to our human understanding and experiences. For example, my experience is that we struggle to keep promises. I have actually been guilty of this recently. My neighbor shared a health issue he's having and asked me not to share it with anyone. I told him I wouldn't, but the more

The truth is God loves us, and He has good plans for our lives, but that doesn’t mean life is always easy. We all go through difficult times, and things happen that aren’t fair. In fact, Jesus tells us in John 16:33 (AMPC), “In the world you have tribulation and trials and distress and frustration.” It’s so important for us to understand this so we won’t be confused and lose our faith in Him when life is hard.

For years, I unknowingly measured God’s goodness by outcomes. Goodness meant my husband staying sober. Goodness meant a peaceful marriage. Goodness meant ministry flourishing and life moving forward the way I had imagined. If those things were happening, I believed God was being good. But what happens when they aren’t?

By Barbie Morgan Sheffield When I first gave my life to Christ, God delivered me from seventeen years of drug and alcohol addiction. Before that moment, I had what I often call a “misspent youth and a horribly misguided adulthood.” Yet, in His incredible mercy and love for me, the Lord saw fit to save me and forgive me. I literally can still remember that day. I don’t remember the exact date, but I know it was sometime in October. I was standing in the living room of my littl

One of the greatest gifts the Father gave me during those wilderness seasons was not a change in my circumstances but a restoration of my identity. The valley became the place where He gently replaced questions of worth with the truth of belonging. Healing began when I understood that my identity was never found in my successes, my failures, or even in the wounds I carried. My identity was found in Whose I was. I belonged to my Heavenly Father, the Promise Keeper who had neve

She could feel it every time she thought about the business idea He had placed in her heart—the one she had sketched in journals late at night, prayed over in quiet mornings, and talked herself in and out of more times than she could count. It wasn’t just a passing dream. It felt like purpose. Like assignment. Like something God Himself had breathed into her.

By Polly Payne In April 2025, I flew to Scotland to begin a nine-day spiritual pilgrimage I had been planning for over a year. I knew I needed sacred time to process so many things. The year before, when my spiritual director first announced the pilgrimage, I had just found out I was pregnant. It was a surprise potential third baby, and I was excited and nervous and already imagining what life might look like the following year. I decided I could not go to Scotland because I

One of the greatest comforts we have as believers is knowing that God never wastes our pain. The hardships we endure are not meaningless. The betrayal, heartbreak, loss, disappointment, and suffering we have experienced can become testimonies of God’s grace and redemption.

Breaking Generational Patterns: A Journey of Transformation by Myra Johnson “Some patterns are inherited quietly. Ways of thinking and reacting. Ways of loving, hiding, surviving… even hurting. But what if generational curses are not fixed destinies—only patterns waiting to be noticed, challenged, and changed? Transformation begins with truth. You cannot begin to heal wounds you refuse to acknowledge. With a mindset of stewardship, strength, and wisdom gifted by the Holy Spir

A generational curse can be understood as an uncleansed iniquity—something unresolved and unaddressed—that grows in strength from one generation to the next. It doesn’t just affect individuals; it can influence entire families and even those who come into close relationship with them. Many people live with patterns they don’t fully understand, repeating cycles that seem bigger than personal choices alone.