Laban had two daughters; the older daughter was named Leah, and the younger daughter was named Rachel. Rachel had the body of a goddess and the face of a super-model. Leah is described as having "weak" eyes.
by Jennifer Dukes Lee “Be happy about it! Be very glad! For a great reward awaits you in heaven.” –Matthew 5:12 Two years ago, I never would have spoken this sentence aloud: “I want to be happy.” I would have thought it, and secretly, I would have wanted happiness. But I would have been […]
A married Christian woman is independent minded under the standards of God's word. Her independence does not harm others in any way, but instead she reaps the benefits of a healthy and happy family.
There are other important issues that take up our time and attention. Where does the family fit into our roles as godly businesswomen? God places tremendous value on the family is which has often been acknowledged as one of the "building blocks" of society. Successful families are vital to the health of any nation. The woman described in Proverbs 31 is able to focus not only on her business, but also on her home.
The first Mother’s Day after losing my child was devastating for me. I did not want to go to church or hear the word “mother” at all. Going to baby showers was almost out of the question. For years I asked myself, “How will I ever get past this?” I just couldn’t see it.
When you think of the word "pornography," does it conjure up the image of a scruffy guy with messy hair in the basement watching porn in his underpants?
Why wouldn't a Christian run to her Christ and, instead, run into the arms of another lover like pornography? The answer is obvious: She doesn't know Him.
Mrs. Happy noticed something while raising a son: He experienced the world by touch. He had to set his little paw on everything, causing the occasional mini-disaster in the home and supermarket. (Ah, yes, the giant shattered pickle bottle at Tom Thumb grocery.) And when Mrs. Happy was attempting to discipline her son, she discovered that, for him to “hear” her, she often had to grab his shirt, his shoulders, or the tip of an ear to aid this supposed involuntary function.
So, your husband is sold out to Christ, but where do you stand? Do you stand behind him, or beside him? It is disturbing, but I have seen that many wives of true men of God, including pastors, ministers, evangelists, etc. have not themselves accepted God’s love, truly repented of their sins, inwardly given their lives to Christ and turned away from the ways of this world. Therefore, a personal relationship with the Father in their lives is nonexistent.
The feeling of unworthiness is expressed in various forms ranging from distorted body image, resentment toward husbands and children, perfectionism and comparisons with different women.
In our daily lives, single Christian women and men have found comfort and enjoyment with the company of their boyfriends and girlfriends, so much so that they have become emotionally dependent on each other. However most often than not, this emotional and physical closeness has exposed them to the probable consequences and dangers of pre-marital sex.
Mrs. Happy has known women in ministry who began with a soft heart toward God but heard so much of the sins of men through counseling that they started to develop a hard heart toward men generally. Mind you, these women in ministry sincerely cared about the ladies they were counseling, but somewhere along the line all of these sad tales caused them to take sides and become judges of the situations presented to them. When they became judges in their hearts, they eventually began to speak against men as a group. The Holy Spirit promptly withdrew from their counsel.
The implication that an educated mother, debilitated father, toddler and infant pose a national security concern is absolutely absurd. Just yesterday, a Sudanese court not only released Meriam and her children, but acquitted her of all charges, dropped all imposed sentences and recognized as legal her marriage to Daniel, which had previously been annulled by a lower court.
Do not allow yourself to voice a negative attitude about men—and especially your husband. You could end up begin speaking curses on him without even realizing it, and you will reap the harvest of your words (Proverbs 18:21).
It was not out of unbelief that Suellen Roberts reacted when she felt a divine call to launch a TV program, though that might have been understandable. After all, her experience was light years away—in retailing and public relations. She had spent four years as an executive buyer and galleria manager for Gucci in New York City, where Aldo Gucci exhibited his private art collection. Roberts oversaw pre-ball parties, hosted visiting heads of state and celebrities, gave an art tour, and more.
It was a careless choice that resulted in significant trauma. I relive that choice. Every. Day. The force of regret from this experience silently envelops me in its lonely shame whether I try to run from it, attempt to cure it, or try to avoid it. It’s a slow bleed in my heart. A significant trauma can define the contours of life, shaping your reactions, hemming you in when you want to be brave, pulling you into a vortex of what if’s that paralyze you with fear and shame. It could be anything: a choice with devastating results; a betrayal; an addiction; abuse.
It’s the season of chocolates and heart-shaped everything … and loneliness and ache and isolation and the nagging question that plagues us in this fallen world: “Am I loved?” God loves you. His love for you is rooted in creation and redemption. Hold on…I know you don’t want to hear trite clichés. But sister, bear with me for a few minutes.
If it were in your power to abolish pain, would you do it? Repeatedly I’ve contemplated this question. Life is hard. You turn the key then close the door behind you, drop your bags on the floor. You reach for the light, but there’s darkness deep inside and you can’t take it anymore. ‘Cause sometimes living takes the life out of you and sometimes living is all you can do. Life is hard; the world is cold.
I wish I recalled sweet aromas during holidays or laughter at family functions during my childhood. Instead I recall crying until I couldn't see while my uncle molested me. For years I kept this secret until I confronted him. We talked for an hour. He had also been molested. The molestation traveled from generation to generation, like a big snake that grows bigger).