December 10, 2016
December 8, 2016
Adoption,Advent,Christmas,Faith,Family,Hope,Restoring Wonder,Seeing God,The Broken Way
December 6, 2016
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God saved me from this world and from myself through the grip of a child.
The great promise has always been, not that we would go to live with God, but that God would come to make His home with us.
Having a limited capacity is not a flaw in my character. It is by glorious design and for an incredible purpose: to realize my need for Him.
Dear Kid — and dear you trying to be brave and face hard things: I know it seems the unbelievable impossible— but really — it’s going to happen one day…
Christ’s inner presence gave an ability to move in quiet strength as I faced multiple decisions and interactions.
I let go of the part of me that pretends to be perfect, the part that keeps missing the point of the cross—which is redemption.
We only enter into the full life — into sozo — if our faith gives thanks.
Purposing to change happens where prayer meets perseverance.
Ultimately, what seems like futile work that’s taking an eternity today — is exactly what may make the most difference in eternity.
Thanksgiving in all things accepts the deep mystery of God through everything.
Jesus noticed the unnoticeable silent sufferers who moved about as little gray shadows…and He still does.
With every word I typed, I cried less and prayed more. Something was changing inside of me. I couldn’t explain it.
No one finds healing in a conversation where people feel they can “drop in and out.” They find it in the trenches. The messes. The hard parts. The painful parts.
When we listen to words not to indict them but to inform us, they can form us into a cup of understanding. This quenches the world’s parched places.
Let’s talk — I’d love for us to get to know each other…
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