When I understand that everything happening to me is to make me more Christ-like, it resolves a great deal of anxiety.
If praying is a thing you do, I am leaving on a mission on Friday for the summer. I will be in Kenya and will be spreading the good news of Jesus our King to the best of my ability. Thank you for your prayers.
John Mark McMillan - Columbus
I am seriously considering selling my car and buying an Ipad and a nice bicycle instead. I live in the city… why do I own a car?
So often when I talk to a friend who keeps circling the drain of an addiction, an ex, a former life: I want to shout and shake them and slap them awake. But I know that only works for the short-term. Force and coercion never really internalizes or transforms. There is such an agony in patience, a heartbreaking hurt in watching others hurt, a crushing silence to wait until they hit rock bottom.
Yet we must wait on the other end. We must have open arms and a wellspring of grace when they have been spent dry. We must not say, ‘I told you so.’ We must still tell the truth, not in superiority, but with teary eyes and shaking hands. Don’t give up: because maybe you’re all they have. All the long while, be the voice of healing. Cheer for them, and say the thing that no one else has told them: ‘You’re so much better than this.’ Believe there is still yet hope, for God is sovereign and He is still in the business of rescue.
I know now, Lord, why you utter no answer. You are yourself the answer.
It appears something has happened to me.
I no longer crave tea.
Writing and reading have lost due to my being absentminded.
What has become of me?
What of my daily essence of poetry?
I no longer know what it means to be feminine or to show beauty.
I’ve lost focus and have not been representing my King properly.
It is time to put the full armor back on.
Let it be decorated with flowers and humility.
Bloc is the greatest. I can’t believe I have to leave these kids all summer