<p>A flowing river is a beautiful reminder of God's love for us. As the water flows from the source, it follows its destined path, full of turns and obstacles, toward its destination. Powerful in its force, it has the ability to cut through rock, deepening its purpose as it continues along its way. It is cleansing, purifying, and the foundation of the natural world. Human beings have a deeply rooted attachment to water. We seek it out for our health, both physical and spiritual. The Bible speaks to this connection and uses the imagery of water to show us how God wants to restore us from our brokenness back to His design for us and to use us again for our true purpose. But what hinders us from this transformation? Is such a remarkable restoration possible? In her commanding book, Carol Boggess explores the role of water in the Bible and how we can use the imagery and lessons contained in water to help us seek out answers in God's Word. With profound questions, thoughtful insight, and meaningful revelation, she will lead you on a journey through the Bible that will flood your life with inspiration.</p> <p> </p> <p>Carol Boggess is co-founder of Uganda River of Life, a ministry in northern Uganda designed to equip women to be free from shame and worthlessness. Carol has taught countless Bible studies including Covenants of God and Redemptive Names of God and has written Rivers - A Journey of Restoration From Broken to Breakthrough. She also writes a weekly blog at https: //carolboggess.com. Carol resides in Kansas City, Missouri.</p>
During my first years of school, I caught pure hell. I was bullied each and every day. Kids would attack me with "O dumb fly"; I would be standing, talking to some one and another person would pretend to smell me, then say " he's ate some shit because he stinks"! Then they would all run away from me. Just try to feel what I felt as a kid. Besides that, my cloths were tattered, faded and dyed. Same colored shirts and pants, but mine came from "GoodWill" and was either patched, sewed or faded. Coats had holes. Mama could only buy one pair of shoes for me/ no two, because I did have a dressed pair to wear to church, but my every day shoes were brogans. Brogans were black boots that had big steel taps on the front and the back of the soles. One could literally hear me coming from a block away. I had a fight of some sort almost every day. Incidentally, my Mama enrolled me into Catholic School. (Light blue shirts dark blue pants and ties.). Had I been going to school in this day and time, I would have been a fashion statement.
Mark listened to the "wop-wop" of the helicopter's blades. He had lived on a farm before marriage and joining the Air Force. How had he come this far, from a boot heel cotton farm to the rice paddies of Viet Nam? He could never think of himself as brave or fearless as he watched Charlie's movement, there in the deep forest. He was reconnaissance and he was scared. The enemy was getting closer and he had seen movement out in the field and thought he heard the sound of a baby's cry. As the helicopter's sound became stronger he saw the child dart from the thatched hut, an adult on its heels and he knew enemy eyes were focused on the movement, too. There was no other way to run, but from the enemy straight toward Mark with shots pelting the ground and the churn of air from the helicopter coming in for him. How was he to know saving the lives of mother and child would become only a memory of a war that had taken him from a good job, a new wife and a son to be born while he was away, to return home to a bleak future, void of promise? There was no hero's welcome, when he returned. He would never understand those who spat at him, while calling him and his buddies, "baby killers." His country had called and he had answered. Now as he struggles to gain control of his life, the old relationship suffered as a boy with his father simmers. When illness strikes, neither he nor his father are prepared for the ravage it will take with Mark's life. But Mark's faith becomes the Savior he shares with those he meets. Few have not met Mark Buchannan.
Perhaps you have been in a situation where you didn't expect the circumstances that would take place in your life. Perhaps you felt life was good and how could anything go wrong? You were following God's Will and you thought God will bless anyone, who follows Him and desires to live for Him. He promised this. Why would anything bad happen, if you felt you were obeying Him from the heart? In this book, I can tell you how God sustained me through very hard times. I have learned to trust Him in any circumstances, because I have found Him, to be faithful, in all things. Jeremiah 29:11 KJV "For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end. Then shall ye call upon me, and ye shall go and pray unto me, and I will hearken unto you. And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart." NKJV - "For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope. God hath not promised Skies always blue, Flower-strewn pathways All our lives through; God hath not promised Sun without rain, Joy without sorrow, Peace without pain. But God hath promised Strength for the day, Rest for the labor, Light for the way, Grace for the trials, Help from above, Unfailing sympathy, Undying love..... Author unknown
Reflections is the exploration of daily life through the startling honesty of the written word, reflected in vibrant watercolors. It is Yin and Yang: prayers of faith amid the chaos of abuse, neglect, longing and loss, accompanied by images that reveal the light, line, texture, and rhythms of the everyday around us. It is both a revelation of our need and an offering of peace. Conceived by Sally Oppenheimer with Jane Adriance, it brings together Ms. Oppenheimer experiences as a family therapist for over 30 years, and Ms. Adriance's continuing passion for revealing the world around her. Reflections is a book to hold, to cherish and to re-discover over and over.