Feast of Weeks: Day 17

A Broken Spirit and A Contrite Heart- My Story: Part 3

Ever since I read and believed the Word in May of 1996, I have attempted to live by the principles and step out in faith. I’ve prayed for a lot of sick people who ending up dying. I’ve also prayed at length for Divine intervention into the lives of those who eventually ended up taking their own lives. Of course, that leaves a girl wondering and asking a lot of questions. Knowing that God does not lie, I knew intuitively that the problem was on my end. Several years ago, the Lord pinpointed double mindedness as the root problem. James 1:5-8 states, “If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you. But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt, because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. That person should not expect to receive anything from the Lord. Such a person is double-minded and unstable in all they do.” So, I began to ask the Lord, “How am I double-m...

Who am I? The Craugher Defined

Today is Thanksgiving, and I have much to be thankful for. I have been on a journey that started 22 years ago. Well truthfully it started the day I entered this big beautiful world. I just didn't know it. You are on a journey too and since you are reading this I am now a part of it. I count it a huge privilege to be able to encourage you along your way. Why would you want to listen to me? I am not sure, but I know that I think you're an amazing addition to the planet. Worth listening to for sure. So, maybe you can learn from me and maybe I can learn from you. I just wanted to start off by explaining who The Craugher is. First, I am a daughter of the King of the Universe and a co-heir with Christ. I didn't always know this, but one day 22 years ago, I heard The Voice of the King and I have never been the same. I am also an emotional creature. I feel things intensely. I've spend many years crying over the condit...

SUPERPOWERS

Ever since I was a child, I have taken great pleasure in asking questions. I believe it is my superpower. You know, the thing I do like no one else; my sweet spot, the free money. Not general questions, like how things work and what something means, but deep questions, probing questions. The kind that make people uncomfortable. At first, I didn’t know this was the case. I had the great gift of a grandmother who made me feel like my questions were normal and welcome. She opened herself up like a book and poured out all the wisdom she accrued throughout her life and I soaked it up like a thirsty plant. I wanted to know what made her tick. Why she did the things she did. I wanted to understand her motivations and because I listened to her heart I could deeply love her. Even though it was no secret that she wasn’t a perfect person, I could overlook all the ugly because she had allowed me to see the beautiful. Not...

Inclusions of Grandeur

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