I grew up attending church once a week. It was just a normal, expected part of our lives. But then, in the 1960s and early 70s, much of the country could say the same thing. Even though they weren’t all true believers as defined by Biblical standards, most people in the United States would have…
My young sons and I sat on the couch, memorizing Psalm 91 many years ago. I don’t know if they – as grown men – remember it or ever think about those weeks we spent in God’s Word learning about leaning on Him instead of trusting in ourselves. But I do. I think of the…
How do your days begin? With excitement about a new day of possibilities? or with dread that yet another day of drudgery has dawn and the escape of sleep is behind you? If you’re in the latter boat – or even leaning that direction, then The Miracle Morning might be just what you need.
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