5 Things the Mountains Taught me about Living an Extraordinary Life
Freely responding to Him fills us to full because we’re delighting in the way He loves us.
Freely responding to Him fills us to full because we’re delighting in the way He loves us.
It might hurt a little when all the bricks finally collapse, but if rescue were painless or easy, I would do it myself.
I might not see the fruit of the present, but new life is being formed through it.
I can confess my disbelief at the feet of God Almighty, who is the Great Deliver.
God’s sufficient love is abundant where I’m weak with it. His love is wholly unconditional and perfectly complete.
I could see how God had gently been calling me to Himself through this very song, all morning long. I just wasn’t listening.
My heart is worn and weathered.
When I question God’s plan, I’m putting myself in the center of a narrative God has already established as His.
God has taught me that trusting Him is a sacred triumph of the heart.
In a world where things aren’t as they should be, Jesus came to give us unshakable hope.
We don’t need to know how the details of our lives will unfold because we have the promises of God holding us in love.
He is the truest of friends.
Observing my daughter from a distance, a familiar chord struck me inside. My daughter was me.
It’s easy to make assumptions and allow our minds to create a narrative based on partial truths that we know about each other.
We are created to dwell with God, and longing invites us to do just that.
When I entertain the ways I’m inadequate, I’m not believing God is who He says He is.
Without even trying, we take the knowledge God has granted to us and the good things he’s done in our lives and put ourselves smack dab in the center.
But God saw me, and his heart ached for me as my heart ached for my daughter.
I am not defined by failure, nor am I defined by fear.
It was a statement and a question all wrapped in one; she believed she could do it, but doubted it all at the same time.
But something began to happen. The more I tried to play, the more my desire increased to hear the written melody flow smoothly through my fingers.