Dear Younger Me
Dear Younger Me,
Life is hard but one day things are going to be okay…
You will realize that grace wins and legalism loses; that nothing you can do will make Jesus love you more or less than He did when you came to Him for salvation at 7-years-old. You will wish you had known this much sooner in life, but grateful it happened at all!
You will . . .
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Remember When…?
Without fail, at least half of our conversations begin with, “Hey do you remember when…?”
Laughter ensues as we retell our perspectives on the crazy trip to Washington, D.C., the cross-state cycling journey, our evangelistic efforts in downtown Flint, or the campout in the dead of winter. We look back with fond memories, but also some wise evaluation of how we’ve ended up where we are now. We reflect on some regrets and discuss how we’d like to plan for the future. Most importantly, as we remember the experiences, choices, and outcomes of our youth, the conversation moves toward the grace and power of God. . .
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The Weight of the World
What weights are pressing down on your heart this week? Do you have specific concerns that frequently cycle through your mind? Two diagnostic questions I often ask myself and those I counsel are: What’s the first thing you think about when you wake up in the morning and what’s the last thing on your mind just before you go to sleep?
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Fault-Lines and the Faithful
Today, across North America, our culture is splitting wide-open with societal upheaval, moral collapse, racism, violence, and political division. It’s like we’re living along the San Andreas Fault with no telling when the next moment of chaos may occur. . . .
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A Truth to Hold Close
This past week, my sweet six-year-old daughter exercised her reading skills with a Dr. Seuss book as I tucked her into bed. Every few moments she would look up at me with her dancing, vivacious eyes. She read with excitement and happiness as her Mama rejoiced over her. My heart overflowed with gladness in God for the gift he has given me in my bright, beautiful girl.
If I naturally overflow with joy over my daughter, how much more does our perfect Creator delight over everything He has made?
