One benefit of prayer in the morning is your mind is clear, your spirit is alert, you are still at peace and you are not troubled by the issues of the day. You give God your first fruit, the best of your morning and the best of your day when you come before Him in the morning.
Determine to change. Nobody will force you. You must be willing to change.
Start with small steps. Depending on the habit, it may be necessary to wean yourself off gradually. Set reasonable targets. For example, if you arrived at church this week at 9:30 am, set a goal to be there by 9:15 am next week. Review constantly and reward yourself generously for the little successes. Do not beat up yourself when you miss it. There is hope for you.
“We are going to destroy the mouth that said no to Islam.” A Muslim man had already thrown acid on Julie Aftab’s face and body, and with these words, his accomplice poured it down her throat.
As real men, we have to watch our words. We can build up, or we can tear down our workplace with what we say. When it comes to our tongues, we have to be the boss. And we need to possess both the power to speak up and the power to shut up.
I was nine years old the night that I told my mother, for the second time, what my stepfather had been doing to me when she wasn't home. The next day, I sat in an office with a tape recorder and a police officer, describing everything I could remember of the past five years and how it had started and when the last time he'd touched me had been.
The second thing that draws my attention is that this girl forced the boy to perform acts of bestiality with the family pet. What that tells me is that at least one of these girls has been exposed to pornography – and not the mild sort, either, but the hard core kind. She’s been sexually assaulted by someone – if not physically, then at least mentally. It’s likely been going on for years.
Let's face it, men, we generally need a lot of help with relationships. We often want to just fix things and get on with it. That’s why you'll hear silly advice like “give her flowers,” “buy her candy,” “say you're sorry,” or “pray about it.” None of these suggestions are bad in and of themselves. But if you’re just trying to fix things, these gestures are empty, and she doesn’t want them.
Over the years, I've noticed a trend in marriages that come to me with problems. It seems that every one of them had at least two of the issues presented in this article. The wise husband or the wise wife would do well to take the temperature of their marriage by examining these six areas.
When you fall in love with your college sweetheart, marry him, and have three children together, then travel abroad to fulfill what you believe is your God-given calling, you never imagine that your fairy-tale life will come to an end on a summer’s day with your husband shot dead next to you in a steamy jungle. But that’s exactly how Gracia Burnham’s fairy tale ended.
Thirty surgeries later, Christian had a reconstructed face--“They made me look like Denzel,” he jokes--but his life was irrevocably changed. He was permanently blind. He couldn’t see his grandchildren or his daughter in her gorgeous wedding dress.
No husband or wife, however, is required to submit to sex acts that he or she considers degrading, and it is a distinctly unloving act to push one’s spouse to do this. You will have to discuss boundary lines with your spouse, reassuring him that you want to have sex with him, but in a way that isn’t a total turnoff to you. Suggest an alternative—and show you’re serious by initiating it.
That said, this whole infertility nonsense has given my relationship with God a run for its money. Between negative pregnancy tests and an endometriosis diagnosis, I have gotten a little angry at Him. I have cried out, fallen on my knees and silently screamed to Him over the past eight years, wondering where on earth He is. My faith, friends, has been shaken up.
When her phone calls went unreturned, the aunt drove to the house and got scared when she found both cars in the driveway. After getting no answer at the front door, she walked around to the back, peering through a window...
One of them used the butt of his gun to hit my right eye, which has remained blind up till now. My two daughters, Bintu, 9, and Baby, 7, started shouting and pleading with the killers not to kill me since they had already killed their father.