by Amy Jung | Feb 8, 2015 | Who we are in Christ / Identity of a believer |
Sometimes that sweet steeple can have some ugly underneath it. I think it's safe to say it out loud. I don't know too many who haven't been disappointed by something ugly that has happened in church. There will be disappointments within the walls or under the...
by Amy Jung | Feb 2, 2015 | Who we are in Christ / Identity of a believer |
"As you come to Him, a living stone rejected by men but in the sight of God chosen and precious, you yourselves like living stones are being built up as a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, to offer spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ." ...
by Amy Jung | May 7, 2014 | Encouragement, Who we are in Christ / Identity of a believer |
Do you ever wonder if you're good enough or doing enough? I do. I have these thoughts quite often as I try to carry out my faith as a wife, parent, daughter, sibling, friend, parishioner and worker. The list could go on couldn't it? All of the roles we take on in...
by Amy Jung | Jul 4, 2013 | Encouragement, Spiritual Growth, Who we are in Christ / Identity of a believer, Yielding and Waiting |
I love my country and the people who serve and have served me...us...with their lives. I join today with others with thanks to God for our freedoms and our nation. We are blessed. But I can't help to think each Fourth of July about how I feel a bit strange declaring...
by Amy Jung | Jun 27, 2013 | Encouragement, Who we are in Christ / Identity of a believer |
Heartbreaking mommy moment #?: "Mommy, I'm a dork." So we have a talk about words. We talk about who we most truly are. How we can believe what God says instead of what our feelings say. In the course of any given week, it is possible for me to hear many...
by Amy Jung | Oct 8, 2012 | Who we are in Christ / Identity of a believer |
"I have my forever home! I have been adopted!" I can just imagine what my friend's adopted daughter was thinking on her way to the U.S. after leaving the Ukraine and at least four years of being an orphan. I remember the long years of waiting with my friend...the...
