My dad taught me about life using nothing but a shovel and an analogy that still to this day doesn't even make sense. It wasn't really what he said, it was how he lived that showed me what real love looks like!
“I have hope, and I trust God, and I trust that this is…all for a reason,” he said. “And I’m not sure what that is right now, but in the meantime, I’m gonna rest. I love you guys. Peace.”
Why do we have no problem praying for God to heal a child’s cancer, but feel odd asking Him to fix our stuffy nose? Do we assume He’s too busy to deal with the little stuff, or are we limiting what He’s capable of and what He cares about?
"For some people, you are going to be too salty, and for others, you are going to be too sweet. For some, you will be too bold, and for others, you won't have enough flavor. You will be too much and not enough for some people's taste buds to handle and THAT IS OKAY."
Saying you’re letting go and letting God is one thing, but not worrying about it is another. So as I found myself unintentionally worrying the Lord spoke those words to me.
"He listens when I cry in the shower while I tell Him I don’t understand tragedy, cancer, and divorce. I don’t know why things have to feel so random and cruel. I hate death. It is a breaking of love. I don’t want my family taken from me. It isn’t the “circle of life.” It sucks and I hate it. It feels terrible. But He knows cruel. He knows tragedy. He hears me and intercedes for me."
"Underneath His command of not yet is the theme of Be Still. Man, that’s hard. Once you know God has something for you, it’s hard to be still and wait for His timing."
