Our family is in the middle of a house renovation. By “our family” what I really mean is, I have personally taken on an entire building project that is both exhilarating and 100% overwhelming. I’ve never built anything. I’m not particularly handy. I don’t love measuring things, nor am I especially crafty. But the idea of taking something not-livable and making it beautiful is something I love. And so, I’m renovating a house I had no business getting my hands into.
You can be a mother humble enough to fail because she trusts the God who doesn’t.
It's no shock when I'm impatient with my husband. He's slow and methodical. He doesn't do anything in a hurry. He’s the opposite of me in this way and I love it about him. It's clear I needed to marry a man who measures my temperament with his steadiness. This characteristic of my husband is a means of grace from God to help me grow.
It also drives me nuts.
While we often talk about motherhood being a high calling, it's not the highest. Being made more into the image of Jesus is the highest calling for us all.
Dying to self is painful, but dying in miserable sin is way worse.
I went to Bible school and seminary, and I have never been a member of a church. Never.
I always considered myself a member of my childhood church by default of my parents’ membership, but, like my faith at the time, it was never my own.
When we face grief, the faith of Jesus is ready and waiting to help us through the Holy Spirit that dwells within us, providing the strength and comfort we need in God’s character, promises and gospel. So to understand how to grieve by faith, we should seek to grieve in the same way Jesus grieved while on earth.
He hated death. He hated pain. And it broke his heart. This story gives a beautiful picture of Jesus being fully God, yet totally human; his grieving was completely appropriate. It was 100% perfect.
In our increasingly secular culture, ultimate loyalty to self as the greatest commandment really isn’t that surprising. I wonder though if many of us who claim Christ aren’t still deeply committed to our culture’s highest value instead of our God’s. With all our talk of love languages, Buzzfeed quizzes and personality tests, I can’t help but question how much of our belief system is entangled with the lust to express our individuality instead of – or at the expense of – pursuing Christ?
In moments of weakness, things that are comfortable and familiar seem bigger than they should and I begin feeling entitled to things. (Cue every lie possible.) It clouds my eternal mindset and the reasons the Lord called us to this city. Everything I get upset about has one common denominator: MY comforts, MY desires and ME.
I’ve never been one to often tell people “You deserve this!” . . . especially if it involves something like ice cream or a “break.” Not because I don’t think people should ever have ice cream or a reprieve from hard work. But more often than not, when people say this to me I know it’s not actually true. I know the corners I cut or the thoughts I had in my heart. I know the attitude I had behind closed doors and the not so proud moments that come along with any hard work or achievement.