God is good and I am always loved.
You will be most remembered-by what brought you most joy.
In a storm of struggles, I have tried to control the elements, clasp the fist tight so as to protect self and happiness. But stress can be an addiction, and worry can be our lunge for control, and we forget the answer to this moment is always yes because of Christ.
Without God’s Word as a lens, the world warps.
In our rushing, bulls in china shops, we break our own lives.
Thanksgiving creates abundance; and the miracle of multiplying happens when I give thanks-take the just one loaf, say it is enough, and give thanks-and He miraculously makes it more than enough.
In counting gifts, to one thousand, more, I discover that slapping a sloppy brush of thanksgiving over everything in my life leaves me deeply thankful for very few things in my life.
We want clarity – and God gives a call. We want a road map – and God gives a relationship. We want answers – and God gives His hand.
In a world addicted to speed, I blur the moments into one unholy smear.
Motherhood is a hallowed place because children aren’t commonplace. Co-laboring over the sculpting of souls is a sacred vocation, a humbling privilege. Never forget.
God doesn’t want your leftovers. God wants your love overtures, your first-overs, because He is your first love.
Every time I surrender to stress, aren’t I advertising the unreliability of God?
God is patiently transfiguring all the notes of my life into the song of His Son.
Being joyful isn’t what makes you grateful. Being grateful is what makes you joyful.
Living radical isn’t about where you live – it’s about how you love.
God gives the world enough of what it needs. All He asks is that we distribute what He gives.
Life is so urgent and necessitates living slow. It’s only the amateurs-and that I’ve been, and it’s been ugly-who thinks slow and urgent are contradictory.
But, someone, please give me – who is born again but still so much in need of being born anew – give me the details of how to live in the waiting cocoon before the forever begins?
Practice is the hardest part of learning, and training is the essence of transformation.
And when I give thanks for the seemingly microscopic, I make a place for God to grow within me.