Watson, Kate
20. in my book according to my view of things 21. in someone's bad books regarded by someone with disfavour 22. in someone's good books regarded by someone with favour 23. (Accounting & Book-keeping) keep the books to keep written records of the finances of a business or other enterpr...
I poured my heart and soul into writing a blog. It was my therapy. As someone who already had a faith in God and knew the love of Christ, never would I imagine the journey to becoming parents would challenge that faith to the core. There were two paths I could have taken. To harden...
it is awesome to be back into a deep study of God’s word. As we work through the book of Genesis, I am continually amazed by God’s master plan and the continual mess that we make of this thing called life. God planned the coming of His son to save us all from the beginning of...
Your power as a child of God is somewhat dormant until you awaken it with recognition — as spring awakens to the increasing light of the sun. We can tap into our power through meditation, prayer, or simply by asking for more Light. We are told by Jesus that we merely need ask to re...
My journey on the Path less traveled. Introverted survivor of childhood abuse using writing to “Bring on the thriving!” A little lopsided sometimes, stubborn, but smart enough to know it’s time to truly heal! Primary Navigation Menu A Little about me, an Introverted Writer, healing from...
for your obedience to your confession of the gospel of Christ, and for the liberality of your contribution to them and to all, 14, while they also, by prayer on your behalf, yearn for you because of the surpassing grace of God in you. 15, Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift...
My journey on the Path less traveled. Introverted survivor of childhood abuse using writing to “Bring on the thriving!” A little lopsided sometimes, stubborn, but smart enough to know it’s time to truly heal! Primary Navigation Menu A Little about me, an Introverted Writer, healing from...
(To God be the glory!) Motherhood is just as sacred and refining as I imagined, and then some. The perspective infertility brought into how I mother is infinite, but also imperfect at always providing a santificed outlook. It’s hard stuff, raising littles, imparting all the things needed...
And so it seems that the dry bones are my own… it is my spirit which is dust-dry and lifeless; my faith which is bowed down into the ground, blind and deaf to God’s work and word. And so I must start with my own heart as I come to God in prayer – prayer as an act of...