December 2015

Photocred: DejanaBatalovic

The Best Gift Ever!

“For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.” –  Isaiah 9:6 (KJV)

 

It’s supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year.

Holiday parties. Family gatherings. Spending time with close friends and loved ones.

And of course, presents!

For many of us Christmas wouldn’t be complete without the giving and receiving of gifts.

But gifting can be tricky.

Disappointment Sucks!

“Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again— my Savior and my God!”
‭‭Psalms ‭42:11‬ ‭NLT‬‬

Finally, this was it!  My big breakthrough moment!

I’d been praying and asking God for this for a long time. And finally, the door of opportunity was swinging open.

That is, until I got a phone call that abruptly slammed the door shut on my dreams.

In an instance I went from planning a victory party to having an unexpected invitation to another pity party.

7 Types of Guys You Should NEVER Date or Marry…Part 1

Let me preface this by saying I am not a love guru or love expert.  I am however an ex-serial dater, and have experienced more than my share of failed relationships.

The men I dated were all different – different cultures, social status, churched, unchurched – you name it, I’ve probably dated him.

In retrospect, much of my heartache and disappointments could have been avoided had I not entertained some of the men that came my way.

So in no particular order, here’s part one of my list of 7 types of guys you should never date or marry.

When You’re the Only One In The Room

“Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.” Galatians 1:10 (NIV)

From the moment I saw the email, I knew it was that time of the year again.

Whenever our office ended its busy season, my boss would suggest a celebratory after-work soiree. Normally, I would use my single mom with a long commute card as a way out of attending the dinner, but I knew I couldn’t put it off again.

I reluctantly confirmed my attendance and secretly wished something would come up to force the cancelation of the event.

But as the days drew closer, I knew the likelihood of my prayer being answered was slim to none.