Thursday, March 14, 2019

Surrendering Our Loaves and Fishes

I'm pleased to introduce you to Cheryll Snow today! Cheryll's debut novel Sea Horses recently released, and as you'll see below, the cover is just gorgeous. I hope you'll be inspired by her insight into the account of Jesus feeding the 5000. (See John 6 if you'd like to read the account first.) 

by Cheryll Snow
Most Christians have read the story of the loaves and the fishes. In sermons and Bible studies, the emphasis is usually on the miracle itself – how five loaves of bread and two fishes could feed a multitude of people. If you read closely, it says the people were not just fed but full, and that twelve baskets of leftovers were collected.

Imagine! An amazing story, to be sure. But I’ve always wondered about the person or persons who gave up their lunch.

Who are you talking about, you ask? I don’t know. The Bible doesn’t say. It only refers to the giver as “a boy.” But I think it’s an integral part of the story. The boy who donated his food had to have known it wouldn’t go far.

Thursday, March 7, 2019

Faith that Grows Among Faded Flowers

by Emily Conrad

**UPDATE: The giveaway has ended. Congrats, Katie!**
Saturday, March 9th is Justice's first book birthday! In celebration, I'm giving away a Kindle (ebook) copy to one person who comments on this post. See below for details, but for now, know that I'm so grateful to all of you for your support this past year--and, truly, stretching back long before that.

The pink flowers on the primrose were faded. In surrounding pots, other plants waved purple and orange blooms, their color more vibrant than the labels of the food products in the nearby aisles of the grocery store.

I’d already picked a purple primrose, and I had an orange one at home. I wanted the pink to vary my collection. Was it too far gone?

I’ve wondered something similar about my manuscripts, new ministry opportunities, and even myself. I look for vibrant health in these areas, but sometimes situations seem faded and dull.

Will this area of my life ever bloom the way it ought to?