Photo Credit: Marianna Jones, via Pixabay Sometimes, I don’t want to walk the path that God has laid out for me. I forget that my life is not my own. I forget that I was bought with a price. I forget how dark my sin is and how merciful my God is. Sometimes, rather than…
Photo Credit: Máté Holdosi, via Pixabay Sometimes, I forget I am on assignment. I forget that it’s not about me. I know the curriculum. I’ve read the objectives. I am called to be a missionary. I am a mouthpiece for the Redeemer. But, I forget that sometimes. I forget on Friday afternoons when the bills have…
Some days I am a little dinghy getting battered by the onslaught on the tumultuous sea. I forget who is Master of the waves, and I try to set my own course. Heavy hearted, I’m weighed down and unable to bear the burden of my sin. As the waves batter me, I remember. I remember…
Photo Credit: Shirley B, via SXC I am a soul set free. I was drowning, and He heard my helpless cries from the depths of defeat and disappointment. He applied mercy to my misery. He rescued and received me. I am a soul set free. He patiently pursued me and stood me up, disregarding…
My dad lost 40 pounds the year I was born. He was young, so young. He’d fled his home country to America to find freedom – leaving behind his parents and all he knew. He met my mom, and they exchanged vows. Two year later, I arrived with unexpected challenges. My hip never fully developed. …
We had just finished eating dinner when my husband produced the letter. He had picked it up at the post office at 1:30 that day, but he had waited to tell me. He slid the open envelope across the kitchen counter that stood between us. I started at it, but did not open it…