One thing that I am hyper-aware of in this season is the fact that everything that we do is motivated by what we believe.
God’s love is not because of anything I’ve done. He loves me simply because he loves me. There’s nothing I can do to make him love me any more or any less.
I feel overwhelming gratitude for those who have gone before me and consistently show me how to live vulnerably.
Maybe being unqualified isn’t such a bad thing…
Originally posted on Work in Progress:
Yoga is hard. Seriously, it’s no joke! There are so many postures that look easy at…
Paul didn’t muster up contentment out of the blue, instead, he learned to rest in the simple and profound truth that God is sufficient.
Part of the joy of being a Christian is that we do change. The problem is that I tend to resist change.
During difficulties, God isn’t as concerned with our circumstances as he is about our identities. If we, in the midst of unemployment or a break-up or depression or pain, can see ourselves as we truly are, beloved children of God, it will change how we live.
Those labels of blind, fool, and whitewashed tomb no longer describe me.
I now answer to daughter, beloved, and free.
We’re human and we’re going to mess up, we will stumble, we will err, but we get to choose our response to that moment of failure.