Somewhere along the line, I became so familiar with grief and anxiety that I appreciated their presence more than the way forward into the unknown. I desired chains and sadness instead of healing and freedom from fear.
Tenacious hope fights the temptation to sink into sorrow. God provides the promises to which we can hold and the strength to do it.
Someone said to me recently, or maybe I read it somewhere, that “to those who count themselves blessed, more blessings will come.” When I look back on 2018, I would name that statement as the truth which defined my days. 2018 has not been without its own share of sadnesses. Yet, when I review the year, it is in fact the blessings that stand out.
Not long after Thanksgiving festivities subside, our culture shifts to finding the nest deals and newest things. How can we keep an attitude of gratitude and counting our blessings? Here are some ways.
Immediately after tragedy struck, I couldn’t hear it. It wasn’t time. But even hard things, through healing, bring blessing. The leaves take on brighter varied hues as they die than they ever did in life… and it may take a valley to see the beauty.
Have you heard the saying, “it’s like comparing apples to oranges”? This idiom means that while both are fruits, they are extremely different from each other. One of my kids is as different from his brother as their juice preferences… This post was originally posted on the Bridging The Gap blog. Expectations and realities As […]