Sometimes ministry life is downright gut-wrenching and heart-breaking. But that's not quite the whole story.
This is something that I never could have orchestrated on my own.
The gospel re-establishes our identity so that we understand who we are in light of whose we are.
Why do you suppose He gave us such a gorgeously diverse menu to choose from when we feed ourselves? Couldn't He have fed us simple manna every day?
Recently, I’ve been asked if I have any insight as to how to deal with people who treat their pastors and pastors’ wives disrespectfully. It’s sadly epidemic, which probably surprises most people. The truth is, I have no idea why grown, seemingly mature believers behave this way. It makes no sense to me. Except for this . . .
What do you suppose it might look like to eat or drink to the glory of God?
Oh, that I might treat the glory of God like a sunset!
It’s so very hard but so very worth it. It's the best of times but the worst of times. Somehow simultaneously.
I have discovered that there is quite a massive chasm between trusting God to do and trusting God to be. So what's the difference?
I'm finding these days that tucking my children in to bed has much more to do with securing the edges of life than the edges of blankets.