Many were looking for a political savior to right all the wrongs. The King of Kings is the only Savior. Man only rules as God allows. Remembering I am a part of something bigger calms my soul, encouraging me to look forward to God’s Kingdom that will reign forever.
I never woke up to hear the call. Every other night I had remembered to take my phone off silent, but not this night. She called. But I didn’t hear it. When I was needed most, I wasn’t available. How could I forget to take my phone off silent?
I am directionally challenged. GPS helps, but I can still find a way to take the wrong path. When the boys and I ventured out to our favorite redneck waterpark, Eric gave me very good directions. AND plugged the address into the navigation system. What could go wrong?
When I was a freshman in high school, my sister was in the hospital. Helping care for her felt like second nature as I stayed at her bedside to comfort her. It was then that I fell in love with nursing. This turned out to be the right path.
In Psalm 90, Moses teaches the next generation and generations to come that God’s abiding Glory is the covenant heritage to His children. He is our dwelling place. As we delight in Him and He in us, wherever God is dwelling is our HOME.
No matter how long I’ve been gone, Home is the place I always want to come back to. It’s the place I am completely myself and know I am still loved. I experience a taste of Home now, but ultimately what I’m looking for can’t be found here.
I can hardly articulate what it means to enter the presence of a Holy God. Some have suggested that God is like their daddy and they feel like they can crawl up in His lap. That image seems irreverent to me. And yet, Christ came and changed everything!
I see wicked people all around me not being held accountable for the evil that emanates from their pores. They are successful beyond belief without a care in the world. Their followers chant how great they are. God, that’s not fair! Why don’t You do something?
I have never experienced war, but I imagine living through it would impact my perspective on vengeance. I recall my grandmother’s bitterness toward those who killed her loved ones. Would she be justified in wishing ill on whole nations, asking God to give them what was coming to them?
In You’ve Got Mail, Joe had given Kathleen advice to “go to the mattresses,” meaning go to war. But he warned her, “when you finally have the pleasure of saying the thing you mean to say the moment you mean to say it, remorse inevitably follows.”
