by Jodie Stevens | Sep 26, 2016 | Choices, Emotional Difficulties & Addiction, Fear and Anxiety, Happiness, Hope |
“It is when we try to make our will conform with God’s that we begin to use it rightly. To all of us, this was the most wonderful revelation. Our whole trouble had been the misuse of willpower. We had tried to bombard our problems with it instead of attempting...
by Jodie Stevens | Sep 22, 2016 | Choices, Hope, Love |
…for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame. Rivers cannot sweep it away. If one were to give all the wealth of one’s house for love, it would be utterly scorned. (Song of Solomon 8:6-7)...
by Jodie Stevens | Aug 22, 2016 | Choices, Emotional Difficulties & Addiction, Forgiveness, Happiness, Hope, Love |
“He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand” (Psalm 40:2.) God can lift you out of the ‘pit,’ even if you dug it yourself and jumped in. He lovingly rescues us when we cry out to him. I know...
by Jodie Stevens | Aug 15, 2016 | Choices, Emotional Difficulties & Addiction, Fear and Anxiety, Happiness, Hope |
Have these maniacal self-doubt instigators ever won you over? “Nobody wants me here.” “I don’t belong.” “Any moment somebody’s going to see I’m just a fake and I’m really not good at my job.” Or the famous line from the...
by Jodie Stevens | Jun 20, 2016 | Choices, Emotional Difficulties & Addiction, Hope, Love |
Sorrow can be overwhelming. Sometimes it renders me helpless because I simply don’t know what to do with the pain. Trials, difficulties, and suffering all seem so unfair. If I could change certain things I would; but then there are certain things I simply can’t...
by Jodie Stevens | Jun 14, 2016 | Choices, Emotional Difficulties & Addiction, Hope, Thankfulness |
Today I’m eleven years sober from drugs and alcohol. My family’s been torn apart by an addiction that killed my only brother 13 months ago. I have a great life with Christ at the center; and my brother Casey is dead. I always ask: Why me? Why am I alive? Why is...
