Useless. Sometimes I can convince myself that days I sleep all the way through are spent in my body healing- creating new neuropathways that will help me function healthily when … Continue reading A Bruised Reed
Something has been asked of all of us during this pandemic. We’ve been asked to sacrifice our comfort, our routines, our social contact for the sake of something better. We have been asked to do things that we don’t have the proper support to do well (I’m looking at you, learning from home). And I don’t know about you, but sometimes, it feels like it is killing me.
Which reminds me of what Timothy Keller said in his book Counterfeit Gods: “Sometimes God seems to be killing us when He’s actually saving us.”
This testimony has really made me stop and think. You know, most of the day I am not hearing anyone else talking. And so that leaves a lot of room for the voice in my head to speak to me. And let me tell you, that voice does not often follow the guidelines of Ephesians! While words like “You can’t do this”, “Out of control”, or “Failed again” might not be fully formed into sentences, often that is my self-talk it. And that’s not very wholesome talk!
Few directions of God are more targeted to women than the instruction towards godly mentorship. Titus 2:3-5 gives a clear call to mentorship in feminine relationships. Something I suspect is lacking in many women’s lives.
Since my kids have me as a secret-holder, they are able to be more trustworthy friends, the type that can be helpful and loving to those around them. They can build their strengths of standing up for those who are hurting since they aren’t weighed down with heavy secrets. Because I’m holding them.
As I was thinking about this, God reminded me that He is my release valve. The weight of life is too heavy for me to hold. When 1 Peter 5:7 instructs us to cast all our cares upon the Lord, it isn’t because He’ll fix it, but because He cares for us. He will hold the weight of it so we can build our strength to be able to do the things He’s asked us to do. He releases that pressure.
That’s not the model that Hebrews 12 gives, however. It does not instruct me to run with perseverance the race marked out for me fixing my eyes on how much better I’ll be when this discipline is through. It doesn’t remind me that there is so much personal glory in enduring hardship as discipline. On the contrary, I’m instructed to fix my eyes on Jesus, the One Who initiated faith in me and is making it perfect.
My Bible study this summer has included a responsive reading of each stanza of Psalm 119. Now, you might approach this psalm like I typically have- the horror of … Continue reading Reflections on Psalm 119: Loving the Truth
Overcoming relational idolatry involves holding loosely to the gift and tightly to the Giver.
I take special solace in this thought about the way He interacted with the disciples’ storm. While He could have stilled it from the remote mountaintop where He saw them straining, He refrained until He had come out to them.
One of the difficult things about illness is that everything I used to protect myself from feelings of worthlessness has been stripped away.
“The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want.” I don’t know about you, but I can confidently say that this was one of the first chapters of the Bible … Continue reading Reflections on Psalm 23
This is when the Holy Spirit checked me. He was graciously saying, Who do you think made it turn out okay? He reminded me that things going well were the result of prayer. That He was granting impossible things like patience and energy.
And that I must not belittle prayers just because He answered them
Do you ever say something that leaves your listeners boggled because they totally lack the context? I know when I try to make the connections between what we had … Continue reading The Yeast of the Pharisees