If Jesus were physically standing in that building on Sunday morning, people would show up. They would crowd the hallways and overflow out the doors. Instead, they argue if church is still relevant. By my observations in this world, yes, it is.
As I sit here, drowning in the addiction cycle that haunts our family, my Savior is my life raft. For the many ways he provides and comforts, you would expect there to be one flaw, but it does not exist.
he Bible spoke love, but I heard shame. I carried the secrets of my past as weights chained around my neck. Some days I was physically ill by the sinful nature I chose.
I'm still standing Satan.
Humbled into surrender.
In your infinite wisdom and by your amazing grace, I fear no evil, for you are with me. I will remember, all of my days, that against you no one can stand.
I made my way to the lake, and a half mile later, God spoke. One word. "Warrior."
I look back at what I have shared here and I know I have been authentic. The problem is that I hold back. I only realized that after watching some of the videos today. Tonight, I sit alone and wonder why. This passive behavior has plagued me my whole life.
I remember the phone call to Ashley in my car- "Get to the hospital now and don't come alone." Vomiting crossed my mind. We drove silent the half hour it took to reach Rylee.
When in a challenging marriage crisis, a worrisome bout of teenage collision, or our own internal struggle of whatever it may be we pray but we never listen. We cry out, we weep, but we forget to be silent and to hear His love pour into us.