I am in awe of the blessing of waking up to see another day.
If this long, miserable process has resulted in others being helped, encouraged, strengthened in their faith, and praying like they haven’t before, then it has been worth it.
All in all, now is the season for me to focus on the Father, and be thankful and at peace with what I can or can’t do physically.
I spent the last four months becoming living proof of the things I shared in my previous blog post—The Cleft.
Dying experiences. Suffering experiences. Hard experiences. Loss. If we approach these in the victory of the Cross, we will see them through to the victory of the Resurrection. Life always comes out of death.
At times, I could only shake my head and realize, this is one more “thing” on the list of “all things”….
God was not caught off guard by this young man’s suicide. He was not surprised by it. Could I have made a difference? Maybe. I’ll never know for certain. I do know that God allowed him in my life for a season of mutual encouragement…. I can be thankful for this experience. Joyously giving thanks? Absoultely not! Not right now. Not yet. Maybe a little further down the road, when I see more of how God uses it. For now, it just hurts too much.
Zig Ziglar is often thought of the as the consummate salesman. He definitely understood sales, and he was good at it, whether he was selling cookware, or selling his workshops and books that taught others how to sell. One thing I remember hearing him speak of was “shameless self promotion.”…
It was a simple white frame building, similar in construction to the three houses lined up down the dirt street to the east of it. I walked up the steps onto the wooden porch and was immediately charmed as I entered the old, country, general store. Wood planks made up…
Our perspective on giving thanks should be based on the infinite, not the finite. Why settle for “an attitude of gratitude” when we can overflow with thanksgiving?!?