Category: war, faith

A Tribute To Our Veterans

by Bev, posted in suicide, Uncategorized, war, faith

"We have no government...capable of contending with human passions unbridled by morality and religion. Avarice, ambition, revenge...would break the strongest cords of our Constitution as a whale goes through a net. Our Constitution was made only for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other ~ John Adams." … Continue reading A Tribute To Our Veterans

I’LL BE RIGHT THERE WITH YOU

by Bev, posted in Christmas, faith, forgiveness, Grief, loss of child, pain, redemption, Spiritual, suffering, suicide, Uncategorized, war, faith

In a dream I had, I was walking on a frozen pond. It was a cold, cloudy, and frigid winter day. Suddenly the ice began to crack beneath my feet. Fear gripped me throughout my entire body. There was no way to make it back to the shore. The muddy darkness was moving in waves … Continue reading I’LL BE RIGHT THERE WITH YOU

Let Us Go

by Bev, posted in faith, forgiveness, Grief, loss of child, pain, redemption, Spiritual, suffering, suicide, Uncategorized, war, faith

Have you ever heard a “word from the Lord?” In March of 2017, I was seeking the Lord with prayer and fasting, when He spoke distinctly into my life. Today I am going to share a portion of that word that feels heavy on my heart. “I have set you apart, I have consecrated you … Continue reading Let Us Go

It’s not about me

by Bev, posted in faith, Grief, loss of child, pain, redemption, Spiritual, suffering, suicide, war, faith

For I am not ashamed of this Good News about Christ.  It is the power of God at work, saving everyone who believes – the Jew first and also the Gentile. ~ Romans 1:16 (NLT) She was sitting at the table directly in front of me.  I could tell she was struggling.  She was gathering … Continue reading It’s not about me

Faith in the Fire

Featured by Bev, posted in faith, Grief, loss of child, pain, Spiritual, suffering, suicide, war, faith

As I answered the phone I could hear the desperation in her voice.  The cracking of the broken words as she shared the dark place her nineteen-year-old grandson was living in.  Eight and a half years earlier his father was killed in Iraq.  He was my friend's only son.  Now his son was struggling with … Continue reading Faith in the Fire