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.
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.
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?!?
Christian extremism is constantly seeking Him, being constantly renewed to deeper knowledge of Him, and constantly giving thanks to Him.
I looked up a song from the 60’s that came to mind this morning. “What the World Needs Now,” lyrics by Hal David, sung by Jackie DeShannon. It is a pretty song. It came out in 1965. America’s involvement in Viet Nam was ramping up. The Civil Rights Movement was…