Category Archives: Suffering
After 50 years of quadriplegia, Joni Eareckson Tada is even more aware of God’s grace. I am in awe, not of Joni, but of the amazing God she joyfully serves.
Why doesn’t God fix my problem when I’m begging him? I have asked that question numerous times as I’ve felt abandoned by God after begging for his help.
In this crazy world of loss and brokenness, what can I count on? Is there anything I can trust will always be there? Is anything unchangeable?
In the midst of broken dreams and riveting pain, how should we pray? Do we pray earnestly for healing and deliverance or should we just relinquish our desires to God?
Are you tired of waiting? Have you wondered what the point of faith is anyway? What good is God if your prayers aren’t being answered the way that you want?
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?
What do you do when the Lord feels distant? Do you slowly drift away, while hoping somehow that the situation changes? Or do you actively start seeking God?
Those four words that have guided me through the darkest days. They have given me clarity and strength when I needed it and direction when I felt overwhelmed.
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.
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.