My mind is weighty with new old truth. Does the gospel ever just hit you fresh and fiery like the first time again? It’s like digging a well you’ve dug for years when suddenly, fresh, cool water streams in, turning dry cracked earth back into fertile life-bearing soil. Incarnation: a word that typically brings toContinue reading “The Power of Flesh”
Your body is a picture of the Gospel, do not diminish it by believing it to be anything less.
She’s seen blind, deaf, and lame healed…and yet God isn’t healing him. Part 3 and if not…dance anyway
“Faith is so great when life is easy. And knowing truth is so good. But experiencing truth is something different.”
So, if God allows crippling pain into the lives of those he loves, or who love him, if his protection does not look like we hope it would, is he still good?
In my mind, if God is a good Father then that leads necessarily to His being a protecting Father…and if not?
We are to serve God by using our pain, to give other people the hope that we have.
My breath catches in my chest as I think of God taking those steps through the garden…How his heart must have shattered, knowing that they would now have to live in broken relationship with everything that was good.
When God reorders our brokenness, he doesn’t sweep the memory of it under the rug, rather, he upcycles it into something beautiful with purpose.
I have a confession. I spend the majority of my waking hours in very, VERY close proximity to my children (can I just pee alone?! Just once?). But there are days; tired, bored, restless days, when I go to bed and think, “Have I connected with my children today?