And so we can see how Satan works - he takes a weakness - in character, or attitude, and merely pours a bit more kerosene on it...
Yet, with all the technology and all our smarts, no scientist can “cause the grass to grow”.
How can we be “knit” together in love, when we can’t even meet together? May this time of isolation be a time of finding hidden treasures
Dear Fears, You challenged, conditioned and controlled me — but I’m telling you: I’m so through with you today.
The art for celebrating the good life isn’t in the producing or performing, but in the presence of Peace, the One Person.
The art of waiting --- isn't it about allowing the waiting to make you, letting the tango of tension to mould you, and sorting your heart so solitude can find you?
A year can feel too fast, and yourself going too slow, but there's extraordinary beauty in waking up to just be and slowing down to just see: and to be fully attentive and deeply given to the life you have been graced with and the people you have been gifted for.
Transitions can be scary.
You know that this is a story you must one day share, but right now --- you're struggling to live through.
Disappointment can lead you back Home, not astray.
What presents as a painful struggle for you today might be the very thing needed to expand you to flight tomorrow.
He takes the time to slowly concoct the person He makes to take him deep before He takes him far.
To teach him laughter in the face of loss, and joy in the face of the mundane.
And to awaken in him to the truly extraordinary life in what looks like -- simply and pitifully ordinary.
Somewhere at the back of the desert, in a place dry and barren, where you think heaven's brazen and the dusty air of death's howling, there's a well, and you'll be well. He comes like a cooling rain in summer's scorch and uses every minute of your hard to work for your good, and His glory.
Because who'd ever get this?
For those days when you're hollowed out in the lowlands of life, He's provided a High Way out.
For the seasons when the fog of depression disorients, and the black of losses eclipses --- He's got His light shining through all your cracks.
That which fills you, that's what will lift you, or leave you, and leak out of you...
And when you choose to remember your regrets instead of your redemption, you can live believing you're wounded and broken when you're actually whole and redeemed, and born to be bigger than any of your bruises.