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.
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?
This is something that I never could have orchestrated on my own.
By God’s design, my family keeps growing and spreading. Certainly aspects of that are incredibly difficult. But when I think of the treasured people in my life that I never would have met had I not moved around as much as I did, and when I anticipate the hope of that happening again, that tastes pretty sweet to me.
It’s so very hard but so very worth it. It's the best of times but the worst of times. Somehow simultaneously.
Sometimes ministry life is downright gut-wrenching and heart-breaking. But that's not quite the whole story.
What do you suppose it might look like to eat or drink to the glory of God?
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 . . .
Oh, that I might treat the glory of God like a sunset!
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?
A prayer that the pastor's wife will be eternally fascinated and astonished by the gospel and that it will transform every aspect of her life.
The gospel re-establishes our identity so that we understand who we are in light of whose we are.