Let your soul sway and lurch with the storm, keeping one eye on the One who can still it with a word, even as you cry out to him to save you.
The Word of God will stand forever- I exhale. What peace, what security!
We forget that those called to serve the Church body are all of us. We have different gifts, but are part of the same body, working together for the same purpose.
I cringed as I tried to explain why my discipline was somehow connected to their relationship with God. I knew they needed it, but never really understood why outside of my own selfish needs or social constructs.
Authority and submission are not a system of organizing worth . . .
I have come to realize that my undone-ness is solely based on the glory of the people around me…
I want to love them in full circles. To fill their buckets with drops that make ripples, not arrows that hit only their mark.
Grit is developed over time. The long-suffering of life-long barrenness had produced in Elizabeth a holiness (Luke 1:6, ESV).
Suffering with Christ is the avenue to knowing God’s goodness in your bones.
I watched you face your fear, watched you conquer it, watched you turn to Jesus when your sweet tiny world got rocked…