“Jesus was born in a barn?!! He slept in a food bowl for animals?!” My daughter’s utter astonishment reminded me of how easily we gloss over the Christmas story, the Christmas songs, the reality of how Jesus was born.
I can practically quote the verses of what the angels said to the shepherds that night, “Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. 12 This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” Luke 2:11 – 12.Read More
I was scared to post these pictures on Facebook the other day…
You see, I’ve been trying to buy a house for almost a year. I really feel like it’s the right time and I’ve prayed over the steps we’ve gone through. We put an offer on a condo that seemed perfect and I really truly thought God has led us there. I told my prayer group about it and we were all excited.Read More
A precious friend is struggling with this very question. I’ve been there, too. I think most anyone who has gone through something traumatic probably has struggled or is struggling with this question.
I’m not going to answer it for you, though. I’m sorry. There are plenty of answers out there – do a google search and you will find hundreds (thousands?) of Pastors and people who study the bible who will give you their take on it. And it’s good stuff to read, but in the midst of the dark, it’s hard to understand. Sometimes, it’s hard to even hear.Read More
Disclaimer: When I talk about my daughter’s struggles, I am deliberately vague. Not to be annoying as I know it can be, but to protect her privacy. Her story is hers to tell and if and when she chooses to share the yucky stuff, I will fully support her. She had a heart to help others but when I am writing about some of her struggles, I try to respect the parts that are hers to tell.
In yesterday’s post, I wrote about how hard October is for us and that she was struggling and suffering through something. This thing gets a grip on her mind. Her mind becomes tormented by a spirit of fear and nothing I can do can break through this fear. No logic, no reasoning, no promises of reward or thoughts of consequences will break through. It’s heartbreaking and frustrating and painful and… I’m not sure I can put into words what it’s like.Read More