The very act of faith requires some imagination. Prayer is impractical. Application of truth involves abstract thought. Belief, at its core, is looking at a situation and clinging to "But what if God can/will/does..." The definition of faith is "being sure of what we hope for... certain of what we cannot see." (Hebrews 11:1) We may see God work and move in the practical circumstances of life, but our assurance comes from someplace much deeper than what we can see or touch.
A few nights ago I had an argument with my younger daughter. And I realized, the whole point of the fight was this - I saw something in her attitude, in her response, that I didn't like about myself. I wasn't just fighting with her about her actions or her tone of voice - I was fighting for her character. And mine.
I have a hard time balancing a number of priorities all at once. I don't know if I've always been like this, or if committing to things is just new for me. I don't know if I've always been an all-or-nothing type of person. But in this season of my life, I definitely am.
I definitely think we need the encouragement to take care of ourselves. For too long, we've defined success as a destination we reach, milestones we hit along the way. But in that headlong rush to reach milestones, we lose parts of who we are as we're going. So I'm in favor of an approach that includes time to slow down and reflect, to truly engage with the people around us, to evaluate where we're going and who we're becoming at the same time.
When did I stop finding joy in being lost in my own thoughts? When did I decide to trade my imagination to a screen that dictates my experience? Just when did I become afraid to spend time with myself?
And I'm guessing maybe you do, too. It's been awfully cold and dark in cyberspace. But not silent. Just cold, dark and oppressive. I find myself in need of some simple pleasures to pull my brain out of the deep, angry pit I managed to jump into. Confession - the last 2 weeks I have... Continue Reading →
My heart has been breaking the last couple of days, reading the #WhyIDidntReport hashtag. I don't usually write or speak out on hot button issues, because I firmly believe that I should only write on something when I have something to say, to contribute to the conversation. I have nothing to say about the political... Continue Reading →
When I was growing up, I remember my mother going through very busy seasons. She worked a full-time job, had various volunteer commitments at church, went to exercise classes twice per week, and was part of a singing group that traveled around our area giving concerts at churches (with mid-week rehearsals). I remember her being... Continue Reading →