There must be a way to fight fair. There must be a way to grow closer through our differences, to connect when anger disconnects you, to deepen our maturity right there in the midst of our most difficulties of emotions, and to grow into godliness when you are faced with the ugliness of your own raw reactions.
When life's made up of your blend, of love and loss, of gathering and giving, of creating and destroying, we know that it's only through experiencing you that we experience the potential for change, our opportunity for growth.
That which fills you, that's what will lift you, or leave you, and leak out of you...
And when you've convinced yourselves that it's really time to walk away is when you really walk away from the grace that's able to reconcile two broken halves together. When you decide to carry hurts unexplainable is when you compromise the gift of His love so unsurmountable to break impossible barriers, and remake deeply broken lives.
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.
Believe it with us: Your glass ceiling's breaking as you call them by name. And every heart anticipating what new God can do is chorusing it loud and clear: His love overwhelms us more than our troubles overcome us. His power bringing every late bloom to unprecedented heights of blossom as we trust in Him.
I snoozed the buzzing alarm, and slowly pulled myself from blanket’s thick warmth.
It was one morning of a hurricane.
I hurried through getting food on the table and into the lunch boxes. Rushed the children up their bed, out the door and into the car.
All rushing leads to nothing, and rest always comes to the still.
I jumped right into the driver seat. “Can’t be late today”, I muttered to self, quickly glancing at myself in the mirror, sighing: “When will i ever exit the house like I’ve got it together?”
That night at a dinner, I sat in front of a lady who animatedly told me about her exciting life. Career, children, and commitments – she said she was glad she was doing it all. I looked down the floor avoiding her eyes. The voice inside of me questioning why I can’t ever seem to get my act together like…
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