Whenever I’m faced with uncertainty in life, I always get jealous of the people in the Bible that heard God’s voice audibly. I so badly want to hear the thunder crack and God’s unmistakably booming voice say: “Isaac, you need to do X and stop thinking about Y. ” Sadly, though, that doesn’t happen—at least not for me.
Don't you love when you're cleaning out your car, your purse, your wallet, and you find that forgotten gift card? That's a pretty good feeling, but you know what feeling is even better? Helping someone else. Maybe even with that bonus gift card you forgot you had. Let me explain.
Winter Jam 2020 is coming to Tulsa on February 8th, and we want you to be there! A number of Real FM artists are part of the lineup, including Andy Mineo, Hillsong Young & Free, Crowder, Riley Clemmons, Austin French, and new artist Zauntee.
Have you ever thought about what it would have been like to be with the shepherds on the night of Jesus’ birth? Think about the miraculous wonders they witnessed. An angel of the Lord appeared and revealed to them that the promised Messiah had come. They looked on as an entire company of angels fervently worshiped God.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite days of the year. And yes, the opportunity to consume far too much turkey, mashed potatoes, and pie (so much pie!) has a lot to do with my affinity for the holiday. But there’s lots more to love about Thanksgiving beyond just food.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones. " Chances are you didn’t even have to think about the rest of the expression. It’s one of those sayings that somehow we just know. We’re born, we learn our ABC’s, and then around the same time somebody also gives us that expression.
For a while now, being a Kanye West fan has felt like living in a really beautiful, really earthquake-prone area. Instability punctuates the beauty, and there’s always this sense of “things are great for now, at least.
I went axe throwing yesterday. Yes, that's a thing that people do now. Like, for fun. And no, it's not something I ever pictured myself doing. But there I was, with a small sharp object in my hand, and a wooden target in front of me. Somehow, I was supposed to make the two connect.
The power was still off when I woke up Monday morning. From my front window I could already see some of the damage left behind from Sunday’s extreme bout of storms. It was just getting bright enough outside to walk around and assess the damage.
So the last I saw Tony Stark ahem, Robert Downey Jr, he was whacking Thanos upside the head and saving the universe as we know it. And it was rad.
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