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How can our hearts not be called to make real sacrifices — when that’s exactly what His heart did for us?
I was overcome with the assurance that God wanted me to keep moving forward even though Mannard was gone.
Celebration can be an act of worship and an act of hope and perhaps, in a way, an act of joyful rebellion against fear.
There is a future awaiting you where the memories of grief will pass.
Faith is the prism we need to see hope when all seems lost, to survive the furnace of suffering, to grow despite the pain.
No matter how dim the way ahead, how winding the path, Christ Emmanuel will walk with you.
It seems to strike at the very heart of our erroneous belief that if we just do enough for God then He will keep suffering and pain from our door.
Maybe the point of loss is to show us that all is actually not lost.
I screamed at the heavens, demanding a different answer, a second chance, to go back, to do it over, do it better, but instead I began living a life I didn’t choose.
The beauty and completeness of her personhood nullified the value system to which I had subscribed for so long.
When I finally submitted to the fact that a sovereign, good, and trustworthy God was the one in control, not me, I was set free from the hold that fear and anxiety had on me.
My shame kept me quiet, safe, alone but it also kept me from knowing other broken ones.
Our pain does not minimize His goodness to us but, in fact, allows us to experience it in a whole new way.
A flourishing human existence finds its source of power in God and is demonstrated through a life of love.
I had no assurance of anything other than the God of heaven, His sovereignty, His fearsome might.
