The wonder of love can get murky through the scrapes of life. And we can lose the wonder of love when we really choose to be in control. Because the way to live life in control is to give the key of control to the One who really can control.
...that to be good at something you have to do it again, and again, and again.... until you can literally do it with your eyes closed.
I should memorise this by now: whenever we complain, we break the flow of praise, whenever we argue, we doubt the Hand that makes all the scrambled edges full.
And we can lose the wonder of love when we really choose to be in control. Because the way to live life in control is to give the key of control to the One who really can control.
This whole thing about being the best, is at best relative...Our purpose must be found in God and found in our assignment today
We can listen long enough to the problems we see in us and forget the depth of reality of who He's made us to be.
That the only way to thrive and not just survive with any season in life is to learn to flow and not wrangle, to rise and refuse to strive, to praise and not stress, to pray rather than pontificate.
And this is true about broken hearts: it's not what happens to you that shatters you the most as it is what you perceive has happened to you that will shape you the most.
"Godliness" that has no contentment will be a legalistic pursuit of holiness that leaves the pursuer hungry and dissatisfied...
...seriously, you're simply loved just the way you are -- & there's no need to prove your worth, & you can simply be your very best and shine in your own wonderful way
Dear Son, I know, I know - I'm sounding like a noisy gong to you. I know how it might have felt like your Dad and I? -- we're just pulling teeth out of you. Trying to get you to warm up to those scales, trying to get you practising those songs all over again, and somehow, hoping… Continue reading how the everyday & your attitude about the everyday matters
I should have seen it coming... The way he darted around the shop bored. Him hovering over his sister, "Swiper", waiting to snatch the balloon off her hand. That quick slap on her chubby thigh? --- things that only a big brother can do. I should have known him better. Intimately knowing his strengths, and what makes him laugh and love… Continue reading how to reach the heart of your child & win him over: character training on the impossible days