Our Memory Makes Us
We have to go back to our hardest memories, those moments when we decided life truths and speak the Gospel to them.
We have to go back to our hardest memories, those moments when we decided life truths and speak the Gospel to them.
Seeing doesn’t mean fame (which doesn’t satisfy as much as it promises) but seeing means belonging. It means community and support, not necessarily financially but emotionally.
Those who love well are on the path to healing.
While I would hardly consider myself a person of prodigious talent like the character Lazarov, I too have something unique to offer the world which is more than my progeny and support.
Instead of protecting me from my worst fear of worthlessness, God has pressed in, forcing me to face him as that vulnerable little girl who wants to please.
I realize I have a tendency to go to physical items to find God, which I don’t think is wholly bad given that physical reality is God’s handiwork. He often uses the physical as a doorway to the unseeable heart of God.
We know of the work done on the Cross— the war has been won! Yet why is the process of being made whole so difficult?