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Perfect. That one word. It doesn’t seem like much. We use it all the time. We make the perfect plans. Find the perfect outfit. Take the perfect vacation. Run after…
looking for purpose in chaos and comfort
Perfect. That one word. It doesn’t seem like much. We use it all the time. We make the perfect plans. Find the perfect outfit. Take the perfect vacation. Run after…
I have a few friends that look out for me–in the spiritual sense. We take meals together–not as often as we would like, but anytime is a good time for…
I am in the habit of trusting my abilities, rather than Christ. Huh. That’s a sneaky form of self worship, don’t you think? In my former life, I would continually submit myself to a process doomed to failure because, by putting my faith in my abilities, I factored the Lord out of a critical equation. Ergo, my fear of failure sets me up for failure.
I could look at the life I have, determine that I am happy and content, and reject the invitation of the Lord to belong to Him. Like a little child who doesn’t recognize adoption as a rescue from a treacherous world, I might not see my need for a Savior.
My sweet momma was a teaching leader for a Bible Study Fellowship Class for many years. She influenced me in countless ways because of her commitment to her ministry—and the…
Some day, pain is coming for you. When it does, you will find that advice, no matter how sound or sincere, is hollow or even a little preachy. The Sunday school answers sound formulaic and don’t at all satisfy, but it’s not appropriate for you to set everyone else straight. They don’t get it; you endure it.
“It’s pretty much useless for me to do anything,” I wailed pitifully. Our CRV crept through the pedestrian stripes in front of Walmart, my husband, the good Rev, at the…
I held a baby today. That’s not a big deal, right? It is. For a moment it’s unfamiliar—the lightness of a newborn, his head worked up into the curve of…