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Breaking Up with the Perfect Christmas – a guest blog by Amy Carroll.

Published October 23, 2020

I love having guest bloggers grace You Can Have Hope! I’ve been reading Amy’s stuff for a while now, and think what she has to say is sweetly wonderful. I heartily recommend her to you all. Amy Carroll is a speaker and writer for Proverbs 31 Ministries. She’s the author of Breaking Up with Perfect […]

Give me a break.

Published October 9, 2020

We all need a break from time to time. It’s possible that we might need a break from each other. Let’s call it caregiver fatigue. It’s a thing.

Fix stupid.

Published August 25, 2020

You’ve heard it said “you can’t fix stupid?” That’s a myth. I’ll show you what I mean. It’s not a total do-over, but it’s close.

If.

Published June 28, 2020

I can’t share anything more meaningful or timely today than Rudyard Kipling’s “If.” Some may think I’m taking a shortcut rather than writing my blog. This is better than anything I could’ve come up with.

Nobody’s perfect.

Published May 27, 2020

Is perfectionism an issue for you? Do you tend to feel that you aren’t good enough? Let’s address that.

The Call That Compells.

Published May 12, 2020

Carol is one of my former students from my ministry days at First Baptist Church in Murfreesboro, Tennessee, almost 40 years ago. Hers is a compelling story. I love this “kid.”

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Quit complaining.

Published November 13, 2019

I’d like for you to (a) be able to develop some coping skills when dealing with complainers, and (b) how to recognize your own tendencies toward complaining and consequently do something about it.

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The indifference of God.

Published October 31, 2019

The indifference of God. Maybe you know what I’m talking about.

If you’re a believer, you’ve been taught that God cares for you. You’ve experienced that care, perhaps.

There have been times when I’ve rested in the arms of Jesus. Storms wail, waves crash, darkness looms, and yet I feel perfectly safe. He’s got me, in other words.

Other times, it’s as though I’ve hung on for dear life. It’s like walking to the edge of the abyss, peeking over, and knowing that one misstep is certain death.