Sixteen years ago I spent my nights working on a puzzle into the wee hours of the morning. While I should have been resting for school the next day (I was only seventeen), my mind was too busy for sleep.
I have spent far too many nights staring into my device as if it was some magical cure for my restlessness. Every time it would disappoint.
If you’ve ever walked into a church you’ve probably been hurt by it.
Old wounds heal slow sometimes. It took me 30 years to realize my earthly father had never really been a father to me. Though I pray and cried much and received healing, the “loss” of my father could not be mourned in one day.
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?!
We are afraid, somewhere deep down, that we will be intentionally left out, neglected, or worse… that no one will even see us.
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”.