Just before Christmas I was able to squeeze in a local Christmas lights sight seeing with our youngest children. Unfortunately we spent almost an hour in traffic before seeing any displays.
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.
Weak isn’t the same thing as wimpy. American culture would say otherwise; especially for men. You aren’t allowed to show weakness.
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.
Every Christian has something in common. We chose to make the most counter-cultural move anyone could conceive of… surrender. This isn’t just any surrender, it is a sacrifice so extreme
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.
Have you ever wondered why some people seem to get answers to prayers more often than others? Have you thought to yourself: How does faith REALLY work? WHY does it work? Can faith be built up? If so, HOW?