4 Ways To Beat Discontentment

4 Ways To Beat Discontentment | IntentionalByGrace.com

Image from Flickr.com By contributing writer, Jane For much of this year, I've struggled with a general feeling of discontentment. I've spent most of my time hoping and praying for new things to happen: a new baby, a new house, new friends, a new church, restored health. I've shared all the desires of my heart with God and waited in expectation. But as weeks, then months, went by without Continue Reading

Reclaiming Hashtag Blessed

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By contributing writer, Ami Blessed. It’s a word that often makes my skin crawl. “I’m so blessed.” I cringe at the statement, hoping no one else can see the involuntary shudder. Blessed is a perfectly biblical word, so what’s the big deal? Aren’t you being cynical? Surely, you’re just bitter because others have what you want. Yes, sometimes it’s hard to rejoice, but there’s no cynicism Continue Reading

The Snare of Entitlement {Not Just a Teen Issue}

The Snare of Entitlement (Not Just a Teen Issue) - Intentional By Grace

I felt the sun streaming through the window warming my cheeks. The fan oscillated casting a gentle breeze across the room. I snuggled a little further under my blankets as I listened to the silence coming from the monitor. My husband's footsteps crept down the hallway and the smell of coffee drifted into the room. A real live day that played like a dream. When a toddler and baby live in your Continue Reading

Goodbye 2013

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Dear 2013, You've been hard. Too hard. I'm sort of glad to see you go. I wouldn't trade a single moment of a single day, but I'm ready for a new year, a new start. It's been a year of brokenness. A year of picking up the pieces and starting again - over and over and over again. You've peeled back the layers - thick, thick layers - layers that took many years to knit. Layers that were my Continue Reading

A Lesson in Gratitude: Saying Grace {or Not?}

a lesson in gratitude from a toddler's rebellion

As the eggs steamed under my nose, I reached across the table to grab my toddler's hand. It was a normal day of saying grace before we would break the fast, and yet my toddler refused to take my hand. Instead he held firmly to his fork and said, "No God. Eat." I sat stunned alongside my husband as we each took in this moment of rebellion. It was in that moment I got a glimpse of my soul - a Continue Reading