Category Archives: Hope
What do you do with your failure? Do you deny it, rationalize it, hide it or let it bury you? Or do you dare to believe that God can use it …
What do I do with my unfulfilled longings? Forget them? Deny them? What will that make them go away? Am I wasting my life waiting for what I’ll never have?
Some days I wake up crying. When I do I often don’t know why. Perhaps it is the weight of unspoken problems coupled with a vague dread of what comes next.
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.
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.
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.
Most of us would prefer healing to grace. It’s tangible. Visible. A cause for celebration. Our needs are met. What healing can grace offer us in comparison?
When my plans go awry, I always want to believe that I have just taken a detour. Maybe it’s a long one, but I hope I’ll soon return to the way things used to be…
I pull into the driveway, and I’m undone at seeing my camellia bush. This resurrected shrub has weathered many storms and has taught that God is always working, especially when I can’t see it.
It’s hard to believe God loves us in the midst of relentless trials. And yet God shows us His unfailing love as He does his deepest work in the fiercest storms…
I received disappointing news the other day. My first reaction was self-pity and frustration, but then I was reminded that nothing will happen that is not for my good and God’s glory.
I married an amazing man two weeks ago who is teaching me to dance in the sunshine. While I love this phase of life, I know that learning to dance in the rain is an equally precious blessing…
I have many unfulfilled longings—things in my life I wish were different. I have begged God to change them, but the relentless ache that remains does the deepest work in my soul.