This is a guest post by Glo Girl Donnell Holly. If anything can bring out your fears, walking down the halls of a middle school will do it. . . My sweet 7th grader is in her second year of middle school, but isn’t without fear. As I picked her up on her first day… Read More
Guest Posts
The power of “even though”
This is a guest post by Glo Girl Jamie Ivey. I’ve always struggled with the fear of losing someone. I remember as a young girl I would wake up in the middle of the night crying hysterically because of a recurring nightmare that my father died. It was horrible and I woke up drained from… Read More
Preparing for unannounced guests
This is a guest post by Glo Girl Rhonda C. Dickherber. When I was young, every year or two my mom would get a phone call that would strike terror to her very core. My dad’s uncle would call and say that they were in the area and would be stopping by for a visit…. Read More
Fearfully and wonderfully made
This is a guest post by Glo Girl Candy Jones. Psalm 139:14declares, “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” David was talking to God. Even in the time in which he lived, David knew he was a marvelous creation of God and acknowledged… Read More
Stepping into your destiny
This is a guest post by Glo Girl Shawn Kelly. We all have a divine purpose and calling. Whoa! That’s something you’ve never heard before, right? Actually… we’ve heard it more times than we can count. Confession time: I, Shawn, am 24 years old and willing to admit that the idea of a divine purpose… Read More
How to avoid gravity storms
This is a guest post by Glo Girl Lainie Magsarili. Have you ever turned the crank of an old-fashioned well? I thought about all the work it takes to lift a bucket of water up while gravity is pulling it down as I read the first part of James 4:8 which says, “Draw near to… Read More
The domestic challenge
This is a guest post by Glo Girl Shawn Kelly. “Gotta go! Dinner’s on and I’m whippin’ up some curtains…” That is literally how my mother ended our phone call the other day. She was caught up in a whirlwind of boiling pots and lengths of floral fabric stretched taut against the sewing machine. Who… Read More