Last night I realized that my current favorite worship song requires only 4 chords on the guitar!!! Needless to say I spent a little while worshipping and crying because, let’s be honest… who doesn’t cry when Reckless Love comes on?!
I am not here to put my two cents in on what Cosby may or may not have done. I trust the Lord will sort that out and work in our justice system as necessary. I am, however, glad to hear that there is a retrial on the horizon.
Six years and one day ago I was baptized. Spiritually, I felt like the chic in this photo… but with really cold bubbles ’cause my pastor thought it was funny to dunk us in freezing water. (Just kidding, but it was legit COLD!)
Waiting for us at the end of my husband’s year long deployment was a loving reunion embroidered with hints of tears, fears and relief.
These patterns of sin have a way of wearing us down. We battle them in our own power for so long, trying to move the mountain of self will run riot, and then give up. We decide to just “live with it”.
The first time I tried to write this article I found myself beginning by listing all of the things that are so difficult in my life right now.
I was making excuses.
Perhaps somewhere in the back of my mind (my sinful, fleshy mind) I would still rather not take full responsibility for what I am going to share with you. Something tells me I’m not the only one.
When we are alone, the parts that are still to be healed, loved, and resurrected are undeniable. Whereas, when we are surrounded by people and busied with our many activities, it is all too easy to suppress our deficiency.