I dropped the dish into the sink of soapy water. It hit the bottom with a thud as my eyes brimmed with tears, my hands resting in the hot sudsy water as tears streamed down my face. My heart felt like it was breaking. I was so confused…
Author: Rachel Tenney
Gratitude changes our hearts from feeling discontented when we have to leave Joanna’s cute home décor at Target, to feeling grateful for the things God has abundantly given.
“Aslan,” said Lucy “you’re bigger”.
“That is because you are older, little one” answered he.
“Not because you are?”
“I am not. But every year you grow, you will find me bigger.”
I’d sit there, feeling defeated for a few minutes, and then close my Bible and move on with my day. At other times, I didn’t even get that far.
I had a story I wanted to live. It was a small, selfish story that went something like this: “Rachel was loved by all who knew her, she married a nice Christian man when she was 22, had some children, and died peacefully in her sleep from old age.” Pretty boring, huh? Yeah, God thought so, too.
The welcome that we believe we are receiving from Christ is the welcome we will extend to others.
We end up acting like Dobby, tearing apart everything we say and do to see the sin in it, and then beating ourselves over the head when we find it.
We glorified sexual purity outside of marriage and marital sex within marriage so much that it became our identity.
I’ve been pretty quiet on this blog for the past several years…