I wrote this as a reminder for myself and for my family to see God’s hand through this. God is still faithful and He is still a healer.
Loss, pain, and heartbreak are very much a part of our broken world. That is why Christmas is so important to our family, even more this year
Right now, in the messiness of ministry, life is hard and my heart hurts.
In the darkness these words were a haunting challenge to me. A challenge of whether I was willing to let the Refiner free in my life.
I found myself more overwhelmed than I have ever felt before. Not overwhelmed as I should be, “praise God” He has provided abundance. Overwhelmed more like this, “Where is everyone else? This is hard work and no one else cares. If I stopped working would anyone care? Will anyone care anyway?”
The way it appears to me, is that the pandemic has created trauma in everyone and as a result the veneer of civility has been removed from all of us at once. All of our worst sides have been exposed at the same time.
In my heart, I knew that this would be the last thing I would say to Jennifer. I am not sure if it was the pressing of the Holy Spirit or intuition, but I knew these were my last words, so I didn’t spare them.
What is the American Dream? My idea of a good life is one where you can pay all your bills, save some money for emergencies, and live generously.
Wrestling with the pain and struggles in life doesn’t push us away from Christ it draws us near to Him.
I want my hands to be covered in soil and joyfully declaring the goodness of God...