Forever For His Glory

Mother hens are violent. I mean, really, have you ever watched them around their chicks? You’re liable to lose a finger if you try to pet one of the chicks. Ours reminded me of Matthew 23:37: O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the one who kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to her! How often I wanted to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing! God describes Himself as a mother hen; He wants to nurture us and have us rest under the shadow of His wings. Another thing I notice about our hen and her chicks, is how the chicks responded to the hen. If she called to them, they came running, and if the hen warned them of danger, they were quick to hide under her wings, knowing that they were safe. Do we do that with God? When He calls us, do we immediately run to Him? The chicks would run to the hen even if they were preoccupied with eating some delectable delicacy when she called. When God calls us when we’r

I have a confession to make; I have a sweet tooth. Well, so does Robert, but that's beside the point. Anyways... it's terrible. When something gets to the point that even after knowing the adverse affect of it (click here to see what sugar causes), but you still partake in it, something is terribly wrong. Now, we don't eat anything at our house that has sugar or white flour in it, but we go to a lot of places that do... A couple Sundays ago, during the fellowship meal after church, I decided that I would stay away from the dessert table so that I wouldn't tempt myself. And it worked! Almost.... I stayed away from the table all day, until we were about to leave. As I was getting a drink in the kitchen, I noticed a piece of forlorn leftover chocolate cake. You know, the really moist chocolatey type that melts in your mouth? Yeah, that type... By the way, did I mention I like chocolate? I was faced with a decision: do I eat something that I gre