Posts Tagged "hope"

Do you ever find yourself waiting on something and it seems like there's no end in sight? "And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in You..." -Psalm 39:7 How often our lives are filled with the dreary, droning wait of unmet hopes and desires...

Do you ever feel powerless in your Christian life? Maybe you're trying your best but seeing no results? You're not alone! Everyone feels like a failure at one time or another, and sometimes what we need most is to go back to the beginning of it all...

If God is “for me”, why should I have afflictions at all, much less ‘many’ of them? “Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the Lord delivers him out them all.” -Psalm 34:19 Yesterday’s post was a reminder that for all of those who are “in Christ”, God is FOR them and on their side.  When the hard times come, though, it’s often difficult to understand why we suffer.  While there are no easy answers, here are three things to consider… 1) Wired in to the fabric of the universe are patterns of cause and effect.  For instance, you probably have no trouble completing these sentences: - “What goes up, must _________.” - “If you play with fire, you’re going to...

A few days ago I got an e-mail from a friend who relayed a story that both lightened my heart and brought me close to tears. It's the story of one of his co-workers and the desperate struggle of a man and a woman trying to rescue their only child from the effects of a misunderstood difficult condition: autism. Below is their story of victory. May it be a blessing to you.

I am a child of God. I preach, but I am not first a preacher. I play and sing, but am not first a musician. Born in the U.S.A., but not first an American. Love, and am loved by a father, mother, two brothers and more, but am not first a part of that family. I have a fine car and a nice place to live, but they do not define me; friends, well-wishers and a few admirers, but neither do they. I have people who do not admire or respect me, who overlook and disregard me, but they do not define me, either. I’ve had successes, but they are not the headline of my story. I’ve had failures, but they don’t have the last word. NO, my story is written in red, my value determined by my identity and my identity defined and secured by the blood-price paid for me...