Yearly Archives: 2016
This Christmas, the magnitude of the incarnation has been washing over me. God who needs nothing and gives life to everything, came to earth as a baby.
God can use both my sorrows and my joys to draw me closer to him. But am I willing to trust God with the things in my life that look marred and broken?
It’s easy to give thanks when things are going well. But to thank God for his provision when life feels like it’s crumbling can be life-changing …
I never thought of myself as a writer. I was an artist. I created beauty with my hands. But when that was taken away, I discovered that God had replaced my graphic art with something far better.
I’ve discouraged suffering friends by minimizing their pain, comparing them to others, and delivering stirring mini-sermons on what they should do.
I have often wondered what it would have been like to watch Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego as they were thrown into the fiery furnace.
How do people come to terms with loss? What do we do with our broken dreams? Can we ever find peace in pain?
God is asking me to be content with the unfinished and the imperfect, to celebrate the small victories, and to trust that He is working in them all.
Jesus doesn’t just offer rest. He shows us how to do it. As we walk with Him and watch what He did, we will discover the secret of true rest.
If I knew God would eventually answer my prayer with “yes,” waiting would be easier. But when the wait seems endless and I’m not sure if there’s any point to it anyway, it feels excruciating.
Can we prepare for the unthinkable? Can we do anything now so we won’t be crushed by suffering later? We can’t anticipate trials we might face, but we can ensure disaster won’t destroy us.
Our authenticity draws others to God, allowing them to be honest too. God invites our lament as He knows our tendency to pretend we are fine or to walk away, disillusioned.
Good Friday has even become more precious this year as I have seen new facets of the cross to be thankful for and have fallen even more in love with Jesus.
Suffering in another human being is a call to the rest of us to stand in community. It is not a question which demands an answer; it is a mystery which demands a presence.
My extraordinary failure stripped away everything I had been clinging to. And in the destruction of those accomplishments that had previously defined me, God did a radical work.