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.
Author: Rachel Tenney
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…