I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to thank shereadstruth.com for inviting me to write for the Philippians reading plan today about the Lord’s gracious reminders that we can rejoice in the him always.
In my favorite TED talk, Sarah Kay, the spoken-word poet, said, “I write poems to figure things out.” And I realized that’s why I write too–to figure things out.
If I wrote about things I’d figured out, had down pat, I’d never write. It’s a privilege to work with editors who make me think and search God’s word to find truth, to figure out what he says about the many things I don’t have figured out.
Praying in this Advent season for reminders that Jesus came to save us and pursues us still
I got to write about that here: https://shereadstruth.com/the-annunciation/
I was grateful to get to write for She Reads Truth‘s 1 & 2 Kings’ Reading Plan: Our God Reigns.
Praying you’d be encouraged and grown in God’s word,
Sometimes writing feels like an impossible puzzle to me. There are times the pieces come together, and there are times I push and push and can’t connect them all. This article was one of those puzzle battles, but the She Reads Truth editors took the pieces anyway:
Worship Through Obedience
It’s good to have people come alongside you.
Posted in worship
I was honored to write a devotion for SheReadsTruth.com:
This article is my attempt at tackling a question I’ve been wrestling with over the last few years. Many of you have walked with me in the wrestling. Thank you! I hope these words encourage you today.
Posted in rest
The Lord is your keeper;
the Lord is your shade on your right hand. . . .
The Lord will keep
your going out and your coming in
from this time forth and forevermore.
My mind goes out and comes in,
addressing past grievances against me,
perceived or maybe real.
But the Lord is my keeper,
I’m not an apt keeper.
My Lord, please keep these grievances—
they cage me when I keep them—
Keep them for me.
You are judge, I am not.
free me from them.
Let me cease going out and coming in from them
and rest in your shade,
the shade of one who loves me
and doesn’t hold grievances against me.
A blanket of snow
fell last night.
If I get bogged down
in the shoveling and
the ensuing puddles and
the required gear,
I miss the beauty.
So it is with life:
I can wallow in the brown slush or
choose to stop,
look up, and
watch the snow tumble down,
and thank the one who sent
all this beauty.