It is not Him who is slow; it’s me.
Tag: worry
Your divine permission slip
Lay down your burden of worry and guilt and trying to make everything okay when it is very not okay.
Go to your room and think about what you’ve done
Anyone else feel like they’ve been grounded? Like God told the whole world, “Go to your room and think about what you’ve done”? This past week, a theme has emerged. Nearly everyone I’ve talked to is halfway enjoying their enforced rest, halfway freaking the eff out because of all the STUFF it’s bringing up. Control …
Jesus isn’t ashamed of your panic attack
Y’all, I had an actual panic attack last night. Not normal for me. It wasn’t even about anything important—I was gaming online, doing too many new things at once, and melted down. It was bad enough that my brain crashed. That I ran from my computer and abandoned my friends. That I cried over something …
Social distancing, not spiritual distancing
It seems bleak right now, doesn’t it? Schools closed.Events cancelled.States of emergency. The news addiction is real, too. I’ve been on Facebook more in the last 24 hours than the last 24 days, watching reports—both official and anecdotal—roll in with increasing anxiety. It’s not the virus I’m concerned about. Yes, coronavirus is nasty. But people can …
Let Jesus set the pace
I walk a bit cockeyed. A weird-shaped hip socket and a couple surgeries will do that to you. I am also almost always in a hurry. Even before having a kid (which magically makes you late for everything), I rushed everywhere, trying to save time and be more efficient. I walk like I’m on a …
Worrying never solves anything (but God does)
Worry isn’t from God. It’s an ingenious snare that tricks us into doubting that He is who He says He is. Worry says your problems are too big (or small) for Him to handle.Worry says it’s too hard, too late, too expensive, too broken.Worry says if you’re not in control, nothing will change.Worry says God …
A thrill of hope
Anticipation is high as a teenage girl labors in a foreign city surrounded by strangers and livestock, her first tremor of pain the first thrill of hope for all humanity. Questions thicken the air with every contraction. When will he arrive?How will it happen?Will it take a long time?What will he look like?Will she love …
Let it go
Hey. How are you? Like, really? Are you gliding through your day on wings of peace? Or are you barely holding it together in the grocery store? If you’re in that first group, bless your cotton socks. Enjoy an extra nog for me. If you’re in that second group, though, you’re not alone. GOD is …