Seeking balance.
Dying but being reborn.
Holding on but letting go.
Learning but teaching too.
Rooted but reaching.
Sifted
The picture I chose for this blog is not random. I believe it perfectly portrays the perspective of He has given me of my life in Christ as I have to live it out here, in this fallen, but beautifully redeemed place. This place whose very depths groan for the day when that redemption is complete and I will see and know it in fullness!
BF+GC+SU+AD+PP+RW+WF=GL
My hope is that in not editing the journal entry you can feel the excitement I experienced when I was seeing the significance of the order for the first time (even though it was spelled out all along).
God Planned on My Failure
Do you struggle, as I do, with not wanting to fail or get it wrong so muich so that you end up not acting on ANYTHING!??
Good Dreams, Pure Desires, Righteous Hopes
Graveside, I lament what should have been; I grieve the people we chose
not to be; I deplore being fooled. I bemoan the promises broken and the
ones never meant from the beginning. I linger here until there is no grief
left in me…only thankfulness. For they were good dreams, pure desires
and righteous hopes and I was thankful for them once.
Bedrock
When you, by faith believe that God is the origin of all life,
that the Bible is true,
that Jesus died specifically for YOU,
that the Holy Spirit was created to be your Friend and give help as you need it,
life takes a sweet and simple turn.
Simple Faith
If things around you are beginning to sink, sway and sag, causing you to question the integrity of your foundational truths, or if life has been pretty good to you so far and you have just never had to think much about what your foundation consists of but this has made you think, then stick around, check back weekly and take a journey downward with me. Maybe we will both find bedrock when it’s all said and done.
“What’s the matter with God?”
This morning, through discussion and tears my husband and I wrestled together through questions of God’s goodness, through what we would have done if we were Him, if we were in charge. We forced ourselves to imagine if we were one of the parents who lost a child in yesterday’s tragedy. How would we process it all? What would dictate where we land and the choices we would make after the shock and anger wore off? What can even stand up to that kind of loss and trauma?