The kids and I are currently in a fall mini-session for school, and the topic this week was these United States. It was hard to kick-off the studies on September 11. What a devastating memory to recount. I think each generation may have one or (Lord, forbid) two of these types of experiences, where a…
In continuing my own lament, I have felt a door open to my Father, and that is why I choose door photographs to accompany these posts each time. What if by walking through that door, I find a broad and open place to be myself, and enter into the privilege and company of God’s Presence? Most of the time, the eternal seems mysterious, and I grow weary trying to explain it to myself. Instead, I would rather accept the truth of His Word, and encourage you in your own pursuit of Him. He is ready to be found, and He seeks you, too.
In my first weeping post, I let you know my thoughts on lament here. And I talked about the importance of the Psalms. It is my hope to create space to bring our sorrows before our Father and one another.
In my first weeping post, I let you know my thoughts on lament here. And I talked about the importance of the Psalms. It is my hope to create space to bring our sorrows before our Father and one another.
In my first weeping post, I let you know my thoughts on lament here. And I talked about the importance of the Psalms. It is my hope to create space each week to bring our sorrows before our Father and one another.
In my first weeping post, I let you know my thoughts on lament here. And I talked about the importance of the Psalms. It is my hope to create space each week to bring our sorrows before our Father and one another.
Last week, I posted thoughts on lament here. And I talked about the importance of the Psalms. It is my hope to create space each week to bring our sorrows before our Father and one another.
Oh, my heart. It’s as if every day I must grow in my capacity for sorrow. Sure, there is joy and happiness and good times, yet increasingly, I find myself mourning the state of this world. This is when I am sometimes most thankful that this world is not my home. It is full of brokenness, hurt, evil and chaos.