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December 12, 2017
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No amount of regret changes the past, no amount of anxiety changes the future, but any amount of gratitude changes the present.
If you lean in close — you can hear it, all across the land of the free and the home of the brave : Some are delighted with relief right…
If forgiveness isn’t central to our faith, is our faith really Christian?
How do you respond to all the brokenness that just keeps coming at you?
Spiritual formation — is ultimately cruciformation.
We need to break the ladders and go lower…that means destroying platforms and living hidden lives that have dirt underneath our fingernails, as opposed to everyone striving to get behind a microphone.
How do you make a difference? You make a difference — by doing things different.
Scars are where the strength gets in — our breaking is where our strength gets in.
Sometimes the only way you hear if God’s knocking is if you are standing right by the door — ready to go.
When the battle is hardest, God’s people love the greatest, because love is the only force that meets no resistance.
I get to lie right next to her every night. Sometimes we have to pull close, to loan each other courage to reach through the dark and find what we need….
There is only time for work and time for love —- and that is usually one in the same thing.
Always let every word you speak come through your heart.
Straight up — the guy just liked the frame. Four bucks. That’s all this guy had to dig out of wallet at that flew market in Adamstown, Pennsylvania that morning…
You’re the one rescued — you can’t rescue anybody. You only get to hold on to the Rescuer.
Let’s talk — I’d love for us to get to know each other…
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