January 10, 2020
We are never alone.
Let that sink in for a moment.
Think back to those moments when you have felt so very alone.
Now bring into that place of isolation the reality that God will never leave you or forsake you. See yourself in that memory with Jesus wrapping you in his arms, comforting you, guiding you, understanding you and your heart.
This morning I did just that. I put on an instrumental playlist and asked Jesus to show me where he was on the really tough night with my Dad in hospice.
You see, I spent three different nights there. The first two I lay in the cot near him and listened to his peaceful breathing mingle with the frog song coming through the open window. But on that last night, his meds made him agitated and the nurses hadn't figured out yet the right combination. I tried to help but really couldn't. I sat on my cot and watched him, praying for God's help, not knowing what to do and feeling so scared and sad and alone in it.
While I was resting with Jesus this morning, he helped me reimagine the scene, with Him sitting with me on that cot, his arm around me as in this picture. He was with me. He understood my heart. He held me in my pain. I was not alone. The tears flow.
My friends we are never alone. Invite Him into your lonely moments and allow him to meet you there with his healing love.
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January 21, 2020
January 21, 2020
I used to think of myself as a strong person. Until I wasn’t. Until the waves of life knocked me off my feet and left me sinking in weakness. It is in this place of weariness where my eyes opened to my need to receive from God. It is in that place his miracles happen inside of us. The God who promises to never leave us or forsake us, pours out his mighty and gentle power. “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness,” Jesus says (2 Corinthians 12:9). ...
January 17, 2020
The chains that wrapped around me were subtle and seemingly good, until they had me in a depression death grip that would not allow me to breathe.
I grew up a competitive gymnast. I loved it, the determination it took, the joy of soaring through the air, and the satisfaction of a stuck landing. But it also taught me to perform for my worth. I learned exactly what hoops I had to jump through to earn the approval of coaches and judges. Subtly through me teens and young adult life, these lessons followed me long after I had hung up my grips and leotards. I hit my twenties with a laundry list of standards in order to feel good enough in my own eyes. Be the best teacher...