Life, seated at the feet of Jesus: everything and anything, with Him and because of Him. Seated, because everything is finished, and nothing I will ever do can change His love for me. Seated, as a child of God, daughter of the King, co-heir with Christ.
These words of wrestling with a life of faith, and becoming a conqueror.
I like my roadmaps, my knowing-where-I’m-going, clarity that this is the right next step and my foot will surely be safe when it lands. But it is so obvious in the pages of my journal that really, this life is not about a roadmap, and about where it all leads. It’s really about something quite different.
Why, God, would you allow this pain? Why don’t you just heal? Some days, I ask Him these questions. One day when I asked Him, He responded, and His response was quite unexpected.
Good Friday: The day we remember the death of Jesus. A dark day. And yet we know, that death is not the end. We know, that somehow, this was just the beginning.
In this new year, as Christmas is over, I need to remember that Christmas was only the beginning. I want to remember that Jesus will always bring light to my darkness, and that darkness brought to light will always bring relief.
They rejoice because it’s an honor to be persecuted for Jesus. I often remain in my comfort instead of professing Jesus, so what am I missing?
Sometimes, my anxious thoughts are like barriers to that quiet place deep down in my soul, where time with Jesus opens my eyes to the golden and glorious things around me. Sometimes, I am too distracted to see what is right before my eyes.
It's been a few of those darker days lately. No amount of reading the Word, praying, and journaling helped. So I gave up and instead, started praising His name. And His goodness overwhelmed me!
We are sons and daughters of the King, we are of noble birth. This noble birth is directly linked with a lifestyle of generosity. Let's think about that!
Do you know that feeling? When you have a house full of people, all of them hungry and thirsty, waiting for you to serve them? It’s a lot of work, and a lot of stress.
