Category: God’s grace
It’s been 16 months since he traded his military uniform in for overly recycled, faded brown scrubs. As I prepared it for the cleaners this morning, I was struck with memories and sadness. I spotted the dark sweat stains that had, 16 months prior, blemished the undershirt to his uniform. For three days he sat nearly defenseless before a judge, a jury, and a … Read More Sustained, Refined and Purified
In all my frustration (and yes, I’ll admit a bit of self-pity) I thought, I’m so tired of fixing broken things. (Though, I think to write those words in all caps might be a bit more accurate in tone).
But just as quickly as that thought crossed my mind so too did the next.
Imagine if God ever tired of fixing broken things.
Parenthood. It’s hard. It’s full of hateful jabs and spiteful cuts. And it’s learning to smile at those hurtful words knowing you, too, once spoke with such hate to your own parents. It’s exhausting. It’s long days and endless hours of reponsibilities. And it’s falling — not crawling — into bed every night for eighteen years completedly depleted of every ounce of energy. It’s … Read More Living the Reality Our Very Own Parents Once Endured
Why do evil people succeed? Why does the Lord allow his people to suffer while the wicked prosper in life?
Our perspective on prosperity begins to shift when we focus not on success as it is defined by the world but instead as it is defined by our gracious Redeemer.
I would have never thought my days to follow the trial would be spent miles apart from my husband fighting for his freedom. Yet, here we are. I have never felt as weak as I had in the moments that followed sentencing. My heart ached with a pain like never before and I would have done anything to take it all away, not only … Read More Asking All of the Wrong Questions