The same God who saw Hagar and her affliction is the same God who sent Jesus to be our Well of Living Water. God is still El Roi, the God who sees you.
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Who Told You?
For years, I believed that I have value, and I have worth, all because I have accomplished what I set out to accomplish. I just never realized that Satan, too, is pleased with my efforts. He probably squeals with glee when another day passes during which I have valued my efforts more than I saw my value through the eyes of my Father.
Not Strong Enough
The God we serve is more than able to use our obedience in ways that cannot be imagined. That, alone, is amazing news. But what quiets my anxiety the most is that His plan for my life has already factored in my less-than-stellar-ness: my failures, my blunders and bad decisions, my boasting big mouth and even my willful disobedience. He knows that I am a sinner constantly in need of His grace. He created me; of course He knows. That’s the point: He knows and can use me anyway.
Breakfast with Jesus
Our identity isn’t found in the mistakes that we’ve made. We have been given an identity from God, and He calls us loved, cherished, redeemed, forgiven… and launched into a ministry so powerful, we become unapologetically bold in sharing the message of Jesus. It’s time to join Jesus for breakfast…
Horseshoes and Hand Grenades
The first time my world imploded, it was late on a Saturday night. I truly thought the pain would take me under. I distinctly remember the sensation of drowning – in despair, in disbelief, but most of all, I was drowning in grief. Chasing the sweet bliss of sleep that night was fruitless, but I… Continue reading Horseshoes and Hand Grenades
Who Holds the Pen?
Even when we struggle to breathe inside the silence of Saturday, the Sunday promises of God echo from the empty tomb.
O Holy Night
Christmas is peace and awe, happiness and beauty, because Jesus is all of those things, but before that, Christmas was much simpler… Christmas was God’s promise kept.
Shining Through the Cracks
This is our assignment, our calling. Our horrible, beautiful commission. To share our lives – brokenness and all – with such generosity, that the world becomes illuminated with a Light that can never be extinguished.
God of the In-Between
Sometimes I wish life were more like a cartoon. I picture myself sauntering down the road, a little sass in my step and a joyful whistle that dances its way out of my lips. Songbirds are flitting through the trees above, and daisies are swaying in the gentle breeze. The world around me is bright… Continue reading God of the In-Between
Baaad Burdens
If there’s such a thing as a spirit animal, I was fairly certain mine would bear a strong resemblance to a sloth. The three-toed sloth’s maximum speed when threatened is 0.15 mph, and they are sedentary to the point that algae grows on their furry coat. They are notoriously clumsy on land, ironically strong swimmers,… Continue reading Baaad Burdens