While summer has its challenges, it also is ripe with possibility, with potential sacred moments and evolving memories. Let’s not miss it…
As a mother who was given her options, I know how pain can wreck a person. Life feels incredibly unfair and impossible sometimes.
While we could see the never-ending struggle as a burden, I want to see it as a gift. A beautiful package that reveals my need for a Savior and keeps me leaning into Him.
I can still feel the pull, the desire to slip back inside my melancholy and stay there. But then I remember the pennies. I feel their presence…
Are we searching and seeking, crying out to God like helpless children, when all along the answers could be found in just a few moments with Him?
It was as if I’d been stripped naked, and there she was, holding a spotlight and pointing out all the things I hated most about myself. “You think you’re better!”
Our humanity doesn’t surprise God. And robotic prayers only hold Him at a distance. So why not talk with Him as we are?
I thought we were doing a good job settling into our new community—until one Friday when I found myself very alone.
When I transition my heart and mind into actively looking for Him, signs of His presence start popping up. I begin to see little glimpses of His goodness and His graces hiding in people and places that have been there all along.
No one has ever asked me directly. But over the last eight years since my son died, I have often contemplated whether I—if given the opportunity—would erase the pain.
Grace doesn’t always come in pretty packages. Sometimes, it comes as a gift of brokenness.