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.”
What might appear to be calamity was God’s intervention, His perfect timing. What would sensibly be titled a tragedy from a worldly perspective just seemed like a next step for kingdom purposes.
"One day, I kissed my husband goodbye and told him I loved him as he was leaving for work, only to receive a phone call several hours later... I instantly became a widow at the age of 25, with three precious boys under the age of three."
"Why not curtail the implications of Adam and Eve’s choice? What if—instead of completely poisoning the human race—eating this fruit just gave them explosive diarrhea for a year?"
Oh good grief. 'Guys,' I said, 'God isn't going to drop money on our doorstep so you two can get ice cream. He's BUSY right now with natural disasters.'
