This challenge has allowed me to discover how to make the most out of my days, and I’m grateful for it. Ephesians 5:11-16 is a passage I think of often. It keeps me motivated to continue pushing to become my best self, and break the bad habits that keep me down.
Sometimes bad things happen that aren't our fault but we have to live with the consequences anyway. It's not fair, but it doesn't mean God isn't good. We need to stop trusting in ourselves to put things back together and give control to God.
Training for endurance is not glamorous. No one notices you reading your Bible before work or espouses compliments over the worn-out spots in your carpet from knelt prayers.
Building a protective barrier around my emotions and self isn’t exactly what Jesus calls me to—in fact His instructions are quite the opposite. Love your neighbour as yourself.
If we live life expecting others to conform to our belief system we will become frustrated and disillusioned, especially if that person is our spouse.
I think a lot of us would say we desire to be wise. For me it’s true—I want to be a wise person. But often I suspect deep down I don’t mind not being wise so long as others’ perception of me is that I am, in fact, wise.
What I saw missing from my ministry was balance. While it was important for me to be there when someone needed me, it was also important for me to spend time alone with God because I needed Him.
When facing tragedy or enduring long months of drought, it’s easy to shut down and go through the motions until you don’t feel so vulnerable. Instead, take a page from Jeremiah and give it to God—tell Him everything (He knows it anyway) and trust Him to water your soul. Because that’s how you grow deep roots. That’s how you find peace when it doesn’t make sense.
Procrastination, to paraphrase the dictionary, is a wilful delay of doing something that should be done. If I’m wilfully delaying paying my bills, then it’s as if I’m also doing this unto the Lord. So it’s wrong.
In recent days I’ve been challenged to allow myself to believe, really believe, that God loves me deeper and wider than any other person could love me. More than I can comprehend or understand. I need to believe it, because it is by this measure—the measure I believe Jesus loves me—that I will love God.