The following are real conversations collected throughout the month of March.
Allie: It says taste and see that the Lord is good. Think about it. Don’t just see but taste his goodness.
Katie: Right now I’ve got the aftertaste of tuna. Not good.
Allie: Good thing God doesn’t taste like tuna.
Christine Caine: The trust you store up in silence comes back to you in the storm, and it lifts you away as on a life raft from the fears and disappointments that would otherwise pull you under. When you abide in His Word, He abides in you.
Casey: You know how in America hospitals smell clean and there are germs but you don’t see them? Well, here in Bolivia you can see the germs having a party on the floor.
Nicole Unice/David Dwight: God stirrings often start with saying yes to the smallest possibility of God.
Hermano: It’s been three days since you’ve showered.
Christine Caine: Love like Christ’s can lift you out of betrayal and hurt. It can deliver you from any mess. Love like that can release you from every prison of fear and confusion. And love like God’s can fill you up till it spills out of you, and you have to speak about it, share it, and spread it around.
Karli: There’s an icebox where our house used to be.
Sandra: You have got share this barbecue recipe with me!
Benita: It’s called prayer and supplication.
Bethany: I am passionate about blood clots.
Christine Caine: These documents in front of you don’t define you or your destiny. My Word is the final authority on that. Your freedom will be determined by whether you allow what I think and say about you to matter more than what anyone else thinks or says.
Casey: Please don’t eat the rock again.
Schuylar: He looks German.
Ana: He’s Argentinian.
Schuylar: What’s the difference?
Christine Caine: You can be hurt plenty by labels like stupid, ignorant, alcoholic, addict, criminal, weak, pitiful. Names like these can break your spirit as much as physical sticks and stones can whack your body – especially if you believe them and begin to use them on yourself.
Allie: Guys, this is just like communion: grape juice, bread, and cheese.
Donkey: What’s zorro in English?
Donkey: What’s zorra? Foxa?
Katie: It’s still fox. In English we don’t have masculine and feminine for everything. Who really cares if it’s a boy fox or a girl fox? It’s a fox. Besides, are you going to take the time to check it out? I’m not.
Christine Caine: To the world, I looked unqualified. But God cared more about my willingness than my qualifications.
Karli: This movie’s been out for a long time. Why hasn’t it been pirated yet?
Casey: This is the warmest room in the house. You can’t even see your breath in here.
Christine Caine: Danger comes, no matter how much we try to keep it at bay. Trying to live a safe, controlled life does not stop danger. You can’t run from fear because fear will catch up with you. The only thing to do is face fear head-on, lest the root of fear becomes a full-grown weed that can take over your life. Instead, we can dispel fear with God’s presence.
Crystal: This is so weird.
Bethany: Which part?
Crystal: Playing classical guitar with a tree in my head.
Christine Caine: We just have to believe that God has called us to go into the world in His name, and not listen to the crippling or even paralyzing labels and limitations imposed on us by others.
Ana: Do you hear that pounding? Where’s Katie? Is she stuck in the bathroom again?
Dad: I’m going to make it my profile picture on Facebook.
Mom: You can’t. I changed your password.
Jeff Goins: If we reserve our joy only for the experiences of a lifetime, we may miss the life in the experience.
Christine Caine: Courage, after all, is not the absence of fear. It’s the will to persevere even in the face of fear.
Bri: Look at that woman hauling dirt five feet for no apparent reason.
Katie: She must work for World Race.
Katie: Lydia, your hands are coming off.
Christine Caine: Listen to what God keeps bringing to your attention, what He interrupts your thoughts and your days with. In those things, you will recognize His leading.
What are you looking for?
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