My last few years of ups, downs, and dreams fulfilled.
“She didn’t know how to process some childhood trauma and we didn’t realize the degree of the trauma for her.”
HOPE. It’s a waste. Fickle. Flimsy. At least that’s what I used to think. Hope wasn’t the rugged, mighty, power-releasing faith that I read about in the Gospels and the book of Acts. As I read through the gospels, Jesus never said much about hope. Faith yes, hope, no. For much of my life, (until …
Once upon a time,we listened to fairy tales about princesses and children who needed rescuing. We breathed sighs of relief when the handsome prince, the hero, or the timely resourcefulness of the captives, provided a way of escape. Courage and confidence defeated dragons and cancelled magic curses. The ending of the most memorable tales featured …
“How comfortable am I supposed to be on this side of heaven?” The challenge of our earthly life is to wait for what we know will come but cannot be at present: consistency, constant safety, and social unity.
Our view of God the Father is crucial to our wholeness. We can’t possibly run to a Father that we think is always criticizing us, watching us with a stern eye or ready to take away some of His blessings back for our bad behavior.
Years ago it was normal to respect differences of opinion. It was fine for each of my friends to think “our” way was the best and not be offended or feel discriminated against. We respected each other’s “house rules”.