In these times of uncertainty and navigating new emotions most of us have never experienced, I’m finding quiet times of reflection that are leading to people learning things about themselves that they never knew before. Maybe it’s the extra time on our hands. Maybe it’s that many of the freedoms and things we took for granted before are being taken away now. Maybe it’s having to re-evaluate how we do even basic things like grocery shop. We’ve all had to stop our brains from the habitual and sometimes mindless ways we’ve been functioning and are now seeing things completely differently.
Where is your worth?What do you think your value is? Whoever this world has conditioned you to be or has brainwashed to think you are, I want to be a little voice here reminding you that He has called you Beloved. God’s Word is full of beautiful promises, written thousands of years ago by the God who created not only you, but the world and everything you know. For all of time. Each of the more than 3,000 promises God has made in the Bible has a purpose, and are completely trustworthy. Do you know why? Because God has never
I sometimes get so frustrated. I get annoyed and feel like I’m spinning my wheels. I can’t pinpoint the source of my frustration, so out of almost a sense of desperation, I reach for my Bible, blow off the dust and open it up. It’s probably been a while. I’ve drifted away from God and I am most certainly not living the truth of God’s promises in this moment. As I read more and more, I’m reminded of who I am in God, how much He loves and cares for me, and how He has all things in His hands.
Diaries are someones private thoughts. They usually never intend for anyone to read those secret entries. What happens when you get the privilege of reading someone’s raw and intensely personal reflections? And how does this reflect how we should see God’s Word?
Any one who has ever parented or cared for little kids for any period of time can hear the words “Mom, come watch me!” or “Come look what I can do!” We’d hear it over and over again. I remember reluctantly dropping what I was doing and dragging myself into the next room with a forced smile and watching my girls do whatever it was that they were excited about at that moment. But once I saw their joy, and once I heard the laughs and looked at their smiling faces, I no longer had to force the smile. It