What my son’s messy shirt taught me about grace.
What if we believed our children were doing the best they can?
What if we believed our children were doing the best they can?
I don’t want a hand sanitizer faith. Two pumps and you’re done. Instant Jesus.
There’s no way God can use this. There’s no way God can use this. In many ways, I used to be the pessimistic version of Dorothy. But what I couldn’t see back then was this: God will bless the broken…we just don’t know when.
I used to think there was something wrong with me. I would pray. I would worship. And I would study the Bible. (I even finished reading the whole Bible last year.) But it felt like I wasn’t growing.
“Don’t drive through the neighborhoods where the drug dealers live.” It was wisdom my counselor offered to me last week. No, I don’t do drugs. But, yes, I struggle with unhealthy habits.
Stop waiting for it to be easy. This life. This walk in faith. Nowhere in the Bible does God promise days without downpours and moments without mountains. And, yet, our human nature tempts us with “easy buttons”.
Last week, I had my first Twitter scuffle. A man, citing the “The Good Samaritan”, informed me that God only calls us to love neighbors who are kind and loving to us. Yep. So, I respectfully disagreed and ended any sort of escalation with a…
You haven’t missed your boat. Or her boat. Or any boat. God is preparing your boat. And what can you control? Your ability to wait.
I’m too different from other Christian women. It’s a belief that has replayed over and over in my mind.