The Scars That Have Shaped Me
/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.
Read MoreI 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.
Read MoreI've discouraged suffering friends by minimizing their pain, comparing them to others, and delivering stirring mini-sermons on what they should do.
Read MoreOur 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.
Read MoreSuffering 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.
Read MoreWe all have griefs that don’t wear black. Struggles that will not end up on the prayer chain. But we can share these griefs with a trusted few who can pray with us and point us to God.
Read MoreI 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.
Read MoreIt’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...
Read MorePerfecting parenting is not about learning to be the perfect parent. Perfecting parenting is about trusting Christ who is using parenting to perfect me.
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