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What If I Find My Hobbies More Fun Than the “Christian Things”?
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When spending time with God feels like a chore (like having to finish your homework before you can play/watch TV)—could it be because we’ve separated God’s joys from ours, and we think that He only wants us to do the serious, “Christian” stuff all the time?
Beating Yourself Up? Try This Instead
“You’re not good enough.”
“Why can’t you do better?”
“You never do it right.”
These are some of the things I have said to myself over the years.
Things To Let Go Today
Entrusting God with our future sounds easy enough, but when it really comes down to it, are we ready to dig deep into some areas we’ve yet to bring it over to God.
Why Humility Isn’t the Same as Putting Ourselves Down
My friend gazed at me through FaceTime, a kind smile on her face. “I just want to let you know that I just counted you saying the word ‘stupid’ six times when talking about yourself.”
How To Rest Without Feeling Guilty
I grew up in a family where we were reminded to not “just sit there” but to keep our hands busy and help others out. This has made resting unsettling for me, as it seems to be the same as “doing nothing”, which doesn’t make sense when there’s always something to be done.
You Don’t Have to Be Afraid of God’s Calling (feat. Tips from 5 Bible Characters)
When we think of God calling us, mostly we think about us, as in: do I have what it takes? And when it means going against the odds, we start wondering, am I really meant to do this?
Signs You’ve Been Living Under False Guilt
Do you often feel like you’re drowning in guilt? Like whatever you do isn’t enough, and that you can always “be better”?
What if I Just Don’t Want to Read the Bible or Pray?
Should I pray? Read the Bible? I knew I had been neglecting these, but when I finally had the time, I just wanted to plop into bed and scroll my phone.
Then the next day comes, and it’s the same thing all over again.
How We Can All Experience Some Good from Conflict
Her demeanor was the first signal. The way she averted her eyes when I looked in her direction. Then, as we walked past her on our way out of church and my husband bid a friendly goodbye, her silence confirmed it—she was upset.