April 29, 2017
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The Broken Way
April 27, 2017
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When I see her at the window, tucking her hair behind her ear, like she’s hoping she can hear her reflection whisper some assurance — that’s when I wander: Maybe…
Your honesty and freedom is giving them the permission to be honest and free as well.
You’re the one rescued — you can’t rescue anybody. You only get to hold on to the Rescuer.
Faith is this unwavering trust in the heart of God in the hurt of here.
When the prevailing thinking is boys will be boys — girls will be garbage.
Control robs us of curiosity and puts a ceiling on our allowance of God’s possibility in our lives.
God invites our questions and pleadings rather than our despair and silence.
I’ve got no idea who went ahead and pulled out a Sharpie marker and circled a bunch of dates on the calendar, but there it is, dates with Sharpie ink…
Nothing can mislead us or make us jump the gun faster than fear.
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.
Let’s talk — I’d love for us to get to know each other…
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