More Than Enough is a sermon series with biblical answers to some of life's biggest concerns.
When the concerns of life are more than enough for you, you can find hope in a God who is more than enough for those concerns.
When the concerns of life are more than enough for you, you can find hope in a God who is more than enough for those concerns.
Week 7 — Someone I know needs Jesus.
Do you have a friend or someone in your family who is not yet a Christian? Do you want some help in leading that person to Christ? This class will equip and motivate YOU to introduce this individual to Jesus with both confidence and courage.
Fishing stories. We've all heard them. "It was this big." "You should have seen the one that got away." People love to tell stories of their fishing adventures. When it comes to faith, however, most people clam up. Why is it we can't talk about what God has done in our lives as naturally as we can spin fishing tales?
Skepticism is healthy if it leads us to question the assumptions of our age. But our modern culture has elevated skepticism to such an ultimate value that belief in anything seems faintly absurd. Yet human beings cannot live without meaning, satisfaction, freedom, identity, justice, and hope—and these things all require a faith dimension.
Week 6 — I lost someone I love.
GriefShare is a friendly, caring group of people who will walk alongside you after the loss of a loved one, so you don't have to go through such a difficult experience alone.
Hannah's Wish exists to provide those who have suffered infertility, miscarriage, stillborn, and infant loss a safe place to come share and receive support.
Available on The Porch or at a Care Appointment.
Week 5 — My kids are struggling.
Parenting is Gospel Ministry by Paul David Tripp
Parent Cue App
As a parent, some of the most important things you do for your child don’t happen in a single day. You make small deposits in their life week after week—over time. That’s why the Parent Cue App gives weekly cues to help you make the most of the time you spend with your kid or teenager.
Visit the kidustrial park or Creek Student Ministry resource walls
The Hurting Parent or Grandparent seminar on May 9
Week 4 — My marriage needs help.
The Meaning of Marriage by Tim and Kathy Keller
The Pillars of Marriage seminar on May 19
For counseling resources, schedule a Care Appointment
Week 3 — I'm suffering from anxiety.
My Name is Hope by John Mark Comer
Putting an ‘X’ Through Anxiety, a 7-Day Devotional, by Louie Giglio
For counseling resources, schedule a Care Appointment
Week 2 — I have an addiction.
Join us at Celebrate Recovery.
Books for Families of Addiction
Boundaries by Dr. Henry Cloud and Dr. John Townsend
How to Have that Difficult Conversation by Dr. Henry Cloud and Dr. John Townsend
The Conquer Series for Men
Six-week teaching series on sexual purity to help you get to the heart of the matter while offering proven principles and practical tools to conquer pornography and find freedom. The Conquer Series is not about behavior modification, but heart transformation. Click here to register and for more information.
Week 1 — I need healing.
I was in a marriage for 25 years that did NOT include God. My husband introduced me to the sexual swinger lifestyle which lead to me getting pregnant by a black man in 2002 and then aborting the innocent child because I was "told to" by my husband, even though I was adopted as an infant. The guilt took me into a deep and dark depression. I left my husband 10 years ago and got into two more bad relationships. The last one almost killed me as I was beaten for over 30 minutes by a man who claimed to love me. Found out everything this man had told me were lies and he did 2 1/2 years in prison for beating me. Then 2 years after his release and violating the no contact order twice, he died in July, 2016. I never found out WHY he beat me that night or why his family allowed me to be in a relationship with a man they knew was physically abusive.
Thanks to the love and guidance from a woman at The Creek during her "Captivating" study in her home, I found myself being romanced by God and am forever grateful that I now live my life for HIM. I volunteer in a restorative justice prison program and purchased my own home 2 years ago. Praise God for NEVER giving up on me!!
I was molested when I was a child. I never told anyone for many, many years, and therefore, never received any help or counseling. I never realized I was a victim...I thought it was something bad that I did with this other person. I never realized that this event shaped my whole life. My sexuality, my ability to cope with stress, my pattern of keeping everything that was hurtful, or sinful, or shameful secret. After 50 years, I have received counseling from a Christian counselor. God and the Holy Spirit have worked through this counselor & counseling to redeem my self-worth and help me to realize how all encompassing God's grace and forgiveness are. I encourage anyone who has experienced this to seek counseling and not keep it hidden in your heart. You may feel you have overcome it & been forgiven....but it may just be in a dark place in your heart that needs to be brought into the light of God's mercy and love... I hold out prayer and love for those out there struggling with this...May God's Spirit draw you closer to Him and to those that can help you.
I am a recovering addict.
God has restored me to sanity and delivered me from my addictions. I admitted I was powerless over my dependencies in my life has become unmanageable. I admitted I was powerless over my dependencies in my life has become unmanageable. I came to believe in a power greater than myself could restore me to sanity. And I made a decision to turn my will and my life over to a care of God of my understanding.
I have suffered from depression and anxiety for years, unless you have been through it, it is unimaginable. The constant feeling that you are not good enough for anyone or anything is too much for anyone, but when you give your heart to people, knowing what you have been through and they walk away from you during bad times is the worst feeling ever. I am going through the 2nd worst thing in my life, the love of my life leaving me out of the blue for reasons I still don't understand, among other things happening. I didn't just gain him, I gained a family whom I adore who I have seem to lose also. I am not a perfect person, I never will be, I make many mistakes, I am human and I feel like I am being punished for being human. I forgive everyone because God has forgiven me not 7 times but 77 times. The pain, fear, hurt, anger and betrayal I feel is unthinkable, but no matter what I am feeling, I understand what they are feeling also and still put them first above me. That is what God wants me to do and that is what I will do. I am in counseling with a minister here and a professional. No matter how bleak things look, and I don't see the light right now. I know for a fact God will pull me through, he always does. I will NEVER give up on God, because He NEVER gives up on a sinner like me. I do have a testimony I would like to share that happened to me a few weeks ago. I will submit in a letter to the Creek. Have a Blessed Day.
As a child growing up, my favorite memories come from visiting my Grandmother during the Summer. There were so many areas to explore, trees to climb, feeding the chickens and there were kittens in the Smoke House. She lived on a hill and you could see at least a mile in all directions. One particular Summer, I saw a sheet of rain coming across the fields and I tried to outrun it, but before I could reach the house, the storm caught up with me and I was drenched. I remember this because...
In Aug 2015, I was in and out of the hospital several times. It was a little scary because I wasn't sure why this was happening and I just placed my future in God's hands. I did get well, but the symptoms persisted several months... I likened my symptoms to my childhood storm, it was always in the same order and I couldn't outrun it. My body temperature would drop down to 93 or 94 degrees and I couldn't get warm. Then came the violent chills causing my muscles to ache, comparison felt like Charlie horses, and finally, the spiked fever - 103
After my recovery of several months, I was attending church services and we were singing. Music really does stir the soul. We were singing "Corner Stone" and the words were displayed on the screen. But this time, certain words jumped out and held my attention and spoke clearly to me. It went " Through the storm, He is Lord, Lord of All". A simple message, but a great reminder. We all have scary times in our lives, but if we would remember this simple thought, that we have nothing ever to fear, because through our storms, He is Lord of all...and always with us.
About 10 years or so ago I was in an incident were my car was flooded out during a really bad rain storm. I was stuck and didn't know what to do. I eventually had to get out as the the water was rising. I looked around and saw floating cars everywhere but no people. I decided to get out, wade down the street to a near by restaurant to call and get help. Needless to say my car was totaled and I was left with extreme anxiety and the fear that every time it rained that my car was going to flood out etc. I started to then have a fear of just driving long distances even if the sun was shining. At some point I gave in and went for counseling at my old church and started to see a Dr. where I was prescribed a low dose medication. At my counseling I was given a life verse:
Philippians 4:6-7 "Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."
I'm much better today, but still find myself feeling the twinges of anxiety while driving from time to time. I pray and/or repeat the verse to myself and say "Gods got this, what should I be worried about". Praise and glory all to Him for my continual healing!!
My story is about God healing my anxiety. It was always with me from childhood and through my career at Eli Lilly and beyond. It was a disability because even through Toast Masters and calming medication, I could not speak nor express my thoughts in front of a group of people. I couldn't catch my breath and it was embarrassing.
In 2011, I joined the Stephens Ministry, thinking that I would be working with people from a one-on-one basis, but that was not to be. It terrified me to talk in front of them or say a prayer. But I can honestly say, that after all these years, God healed me. It wasn't something that I noticed when it happened, I just knew from my ability to speak and express my thoughts that I no longer suffer. The fear and hyperventilation was gone! It freed me and what a wonderful feeling!!!
Because He took away my anxiety, I teach a class outside the church, became a hospice volunteer and work once or twice a month talking with the people coming to the food bank about Christ. Today, I can honestly say that I could stand on stage, look at the audience, and be relaxed. God freed me and I give Him all the glory...I certainly couldn't have done it. Sometime, I want to add another class if my health allows or I would like to walk with new Christians until their path is well worn and they walk it as part of their normal routine.
Although it's not by deeds that we are saved, but by sharing His glory with others and I believe Christ healed me for that purpose.
I was raised by one parent being a alcoholic and God protected me through this time also.
God has kept our family together through some incredibly difficult circumstances and personal sin. God's forgiveness and mercies are healing my family each and everyday. We're participating with those in the Care Ministries and are richly blessed by the church. The Creek is a blessing and we thank God for each and every one who has helped my family through these painful months. The prayers, sermons, and instruction have been invaluable in our road to recovery & our Christian faith.
Thank you, The Creek!
My husband hung himself in June of 2017. God has given me the strength to keep moving forward. He keeps me safe with his body of armor. Even though something horrible happened in life, God has not left my side nor will he ever. He promises me that.
My husband is an alcoholic and after 10 years of sobriety, started drinking again 7 years ago. He is very verbally abusive and the last two years I had no idea how to get out with two boys at home. I was embarrassed I was in this position so I kept it quiet. 2016 and 2017 I would have gladly welcomed a terminal diagnosis, this is a place I had never been in my life. I always felt self confident...Finally I reached out to my sister and she convinced me to seek counseling. My brother-in-law, through The Creek, found a wonderful Christian counselor. My husband and I both went for a couple months but when it was clear what he needed to do but was unwilling to take the step for recovery and after another 6 months one on one counseling I decided to file for divorce. My sister was with me every step of the way, encouraging a total trust in God is what I would need. Finances are a strain and property needs sold but I completely decided to trust in God. Trusting him and giving my 10 percent, not knowing if I could even afford to. I have grown up in church and attended faithfully the last 15 or so years but never gave God complete control. I have never felt more at peace and happy, even though times are still very difficult going through this process of divorce. The boys blame me for leaving. It may even cost me my relationship with my 16 year old son, but all I know is this is to big for me and God has this. There really is no option but to trust in God as he is the only one who knows what the future holds for me.
I'm on disability and I was in pain management for years. I was in a physically and mentally abusive marriage and my doctor knew it and prescribed strong pain and anti-anxiety medications. The meds increased over the years until I was taking a ridiculous amount daily. Prescribed or off the streets, it still controls and destroys you. My parents had died, my brother and best friend had died, and I felt so alone. I also felt unworthy, trapped, addicted, unloved, and I prayed to God to take me home every night. I was hiding in the woods one night when my ex had too much to drink, was angry, and had a gun. I felt God's presence and I heard God tell me to trust Him. He said this wasn't the plan he had for me. I was to leave, sign everything over, and trust that he would care for me. I drove away the next morning with a few belongings in my old car. I was homeless, had no money, and broken but I knew God had me. I never doubted it. I went to three churches, volunteered in a food pantry, and spent long hours talking to God everyday. I went through rehab, lived in my car, basements, and campers. He took my fears away and I felt loved and cherished. A year later, I had my own apartment, I was clean, safe, and was gifted a trip to Israel. I was baptized in the Jordan River and everything changed. I moved to Indy a few years ago, found The Creek, the Celebrate Recovery program, and met the most amazing women who support and love me. God is good and he dearly loves me. I am worthy. I am safe and happy.
I grew up in a home with a father who was and still is an alcoholic. When I was a child he was physically abusive to my mom at times, as well as verbally abusive to both of us but only when he drank. Otherwise he was a pretty cool dad. He's gotten better off/on and has now been questioning his Faith for a bit. He has always refused to get help, says there "isn't a problem". I am now married and my husband has had issues with gambling in the past. Praising Jesus that he has gotten help. We've been through counseling for issues that have come up, etc. Praying for both men and how to best love and help them.
Marrying and being part of a blended family. Taking custody of my wife’s granddaughter, dealing with a step daughters addiction resulting in stealing and her ultimate death. Now the stepson is stealing from us and is an addict. Finally a grandson is stealing from us as well. Times are difficult as mother is enabling son which is making matters worse, but God is good and something possible will come out of this situation.
Early in my childhood, after a tragic event, my father received a diagnosis of a mental illness. During this time of my life, I learned to call out to God in prayer, and I started to see the effects of prayer and value this direct line of communication with my Heavenly Father. He saw me. He heard me. I could trust Him. Over the years, God brought waves of healing to my heart in different seasons and in ways I could have never imagined. He has healed places I didn’t know needed healing, and often the healing has come through more heartbreak or “pruning” as I’ve started calling it, but it is in those hard moments where His Truth from His Word gets imprinted ever more permanently on my heart, and I come to realize just how loved and cherished I am as a child of God. As with most incurable diseases, there are times of reprieve or rest from the mental illness and then there are times where life seems to just fall apart. Last year, I found myself driving down a backroad, sobbing after a phone call with my mother, and asking God, “Why is there still a struggle after 20 years!? Could we just be done with this disease!?! I’m so tired!!” This is when the Holy Spirit whispered Jesus’ words from Matthew 28:20 “…Surely I am with you always…” Healing may not come in the way we want, but God is with us during the difficult times, and His presence and His Word will always bring healing to our souls here on earth…while we wait for our new bodies that we get for eternity! Remember His promise from Revelation 21: 5 “I am making everything new!” Hold on tight to Him & His Word! He LOVES you and is WITH you! Always. Even to the end of the age…
I struggled with an eating addiction for 12 years, praying daily, “Lord, help me!” It was a sincere prayer and cry for help. Then, one night, I was lying in bed, experiencing severe lower back pain and heart palpitations. My husband was away for the night and our two little boys, ages 2 and 4, were asleep down the hall. I thought to myself, “What if my boys came into my room in the morning and couldn’t wake me up because the effects of my eating addiction had killed me?” At that moment, I told the Lord, “Jesus, I have cried out to you daily, but it is now time for me to slide out of the driver’s seat and let you take control of my life.” It was the first and biggest step in overcoming!
God speaks the loudest when it is hardest to hear him. During my junior year of High School, I had a friend on my football team pass away suddenly. His locker was a couple of spaces down from mine. I spent hours laughing with him, moments talking to him, but weeks getting to know him. When he passed away, he left me devastated while one word continued to echo deep into the hours of the night. That word was separation. I thought a lot about the fact that I would never see him again. I would never see him dance after he made a big play, I would never see him smile before he would do something that would get him into trouble, I was separated from him. It made me feel guilty. Not like I stole a cookie from the cookie jar guilty, but like my heart was submerged completely in guilt. Maybe I should not have teased him, maybe I should have gotten to know him better rather than just putting on a front, but most of all maybe I should have told him about Jesus. I remember walking into his house after he had passed away and seeing all of the tributes to Buddhism. I remember crying at a funeral hearing that same, familiar, utterly disgusting word, separation. My friend was separated from God, he did not know about what Jesus had done for him. I would scream at God telling him it wasn’t fair but then a fresh wave of guilt would wash over me. I had the power to tell him about something that would change his life, but also change his death. What had I done? More importantly what had I refused to do? So I prayed to silence, stuck in my guilt, wrapped in my sorrow. But, God speaks the loudest when it is hardest to hear him. There were dozens of kids on my football team. There were dozens of souls destined for the same fate that my friend was, destined for separation. I remember praying for them by name, I remember God opening the door of my heart to break for those who did not know Him. I remember my parents opening the door of our home to these boys who were caught in the same grief, feeling the same separation I had felt. I remember countless Wednesday nights my dinner table being full of friends that would eventually step through the doors of a church to hear about a man named Jesus. They did not believe immediately, some of them still do not fully believe in Jesus, but the seed was planted and is continuing to be watered through prayer and relationship. It took death in order to bring life and life is simply too short to keep eternity to ourselves.
As a young mom, I awoke one morning with severe pain in my legs. I tried to move about but simply could not function, so my husband took me to the doctor. He could find no answers and sent me to the hospital. Multiple tests, including a spinal tap, were inconclusive, but the speculated diagnosis was a virus of the meninges. I was quarantined and in great pain for much of my eight-day-stay. The first day I got out of bed and tried to walk again, I felt like a 98-year-old woman. And, the walk down the hall felt like a marathon. This was a frightening time for my husband and me. We are so grateful for God’s healing and faithful watch care over us.
By God’s grace, I have experienced freedom from a stronghold in my life. I was slave to sexual impurity most of my teenage years and well into my twenties. When these urges cried out, I served them. The need to gratify my desire for explicit sexual images and media slowly increased over this time. I would secretly spend many hours looking at webpage images and movies. It wasn’t as if I didn’t want to change. I spent time pleading with God for forgiveness and made countless promises that this was the “last time.” Many failed attempts left me discouraged and full of shame. I even started to notice how these repeated activities affected how I related to my wife, even though she was unaware. This startled me and grabbed my attention. If lasting change were to happen, I realized the means for that change would have to change, as well. Through confessing this sinful weakness to other brothers and my wife, I experienced grace and freedom. Through loving accountability from my wife and brothers, I experienced support and strength. Through focusing on God’s gracious and loving view of me as His child in spite of my shortcomings, I experienced secure acceptance. For the first time my motivation to pursue holiness was compelled by love and not guilt. I realized I was not merely breaking rules, but breaking hearts. The change happened, not by trying, but by surrendering. I have no other way of explaining how this freedom happened except by the power of the Holy Spirit, the radical grace of Christ Jesus, and the Father’s unending love.
For much of my high school and college career I struggled with a stronghold in my life. It was an addiction that I wanted to break but seemed unable to do anything about it. I would get mad, upset, scared, and everything in between when I thought about coming into the light with my addiction. Shame and regret were always crouching at my doorstep. Luckily, in college, I met some brothers in Christ who helped me really come to know who I am in Christ. There was not any insecurity or embarrassment, only authenticity and vulnerability. Because of this, I was able to bring my addiction to light, face the root causes for my addiction, and be set free from the bondage I was in. God helped me overcome one of the biggest obstacles I have yet faced.
Insecurity seemed to be the monster in my life that continually reared its ugly head. It has manifested itself in a variety of ways. When I was younger, I spent many hours worrying about what people thought of me, trying to please family members and tiring over not feeling like I measured up. It also popped up in other ways like fear, worry and anxiety.
Although, I was saved the summer before 6th grade, I carried the insecurity with me into adulthood. Because of this, I went through a lot of trial and struggle, but by God’s grace He brought me up out of the ashes, showed me how much He loved me and brought some incredible people into my life that spoke God’s love over me and into me until I could truly believe He created me to be beautiful and valuable.
By God’s incredible grace and mercy, I could move forward and recognize that insecurity and anxiety has no power over me. In the past, I would allow it to control my thoughts, actions and behaviors. Now, I can recognize when a thought enters in, I immediately must pray and ask the Lord to remove and cleanse what is not of Him and put on the mind of Christ. “Let us then approach God's throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.” Hebrews 4:16
I am confident that I am loved by a great God and in turn I can fully love others and myself.
The death of my mother turned my world upside down. I prayed fiercely during the 4 years of her illness for physical healing. The days, weeks, & months after her death left me in a fog of sorrow and despair. I knew that grieving is a natural process when we lose a loved one, but I could not seem to find my way out.
I turned to scripture for comfort and reminders of God’s faithfulness. Psalm 56:8 states this: “You have stored my tears in your bottle and counted each of them”. What a beautiful image of God’s love for me. He entered into my grief and reminded me to “be still” and rest in Him, to take refuge in Him, and to trust Him in all circumstances – even when I didn’t understand. As I spent time with God in the midst of my grief, I became aware of His genuine love for me, that He is faithful in all things, that He is in control, and that He already knew how He was going to work it out for my good. I knew that He understood my pain and was eager to heal my heart and give me peace that could only come from Him.
Not in a million years would I have imagined myself divorced. When I walked down the aisle and said my vows before my Lord and Savior, I meant it. But, I also went against the advice of all my family and close friends to proceed into an unequally yoked and unhealthy relationship. Naturally, as time progressed, I kept denying so many emotions and feelings because I felt a sense of guilt for not listening to sound Biblical advice. When a major crisis happened in my relationship, I felt the true weight and impact of my decision. I felt as though I couldn't survive; I was desperate; I filed for divorce. God had a divine plan for me, however in that, “Yet while I was still a sinner, Christ died for me.” Romans 5:8.
God brought me through a season of darkness and into the light. I am now married to someone that shows me and tells me daily how much God loves me despite my mistakes, fears and worries. We don’t have to be defined by our past mistakes. He will bring about blessing if we are willing to surrender to Him and repent in humility.
We must love each other and know that “…love covers a multitude of sins” 1 Peter 4:8.