lost the good kid

For the first time in my life, I fight with my dad. A state of indifference which neither side might concede. For the first time, when we fight, we are both adults. I can’t seem to remember the day when I realized our indifference or that it was beyond a generation gap and heavier than the emptiness between us that should have never been. I can’t seem to remember the day when things changed, but it must have been the day he felt like he lost the good kid. 

mtmaddi
mtmaddi:

" One of the most poisonous of all Satan’s whispers is simply, ’ things will never change’. That lie kills expectation, trapping our heart forever in the present. To keep desire alive and flourishing, we must renew our vision for what lies ahead. Things will not always be like this. Jesus has promised to ‘make all things new.’ Eye has not seen, ear has not heard all that God has in store for His lovers, which does not mean ’ we have no clue so don’t even try to imagine,’ but rather you cannot out dream God . Desire is kept alive by imagination, the antidote to resignation. We will need imagination, which is to say, we will need hope."

mtmaddi:

" One of the most poisonous of all Satan’s whispers is simply, ’ things will never change’. That lie kills expectation, trapping our heart forever in the present. To keep desire alive and flourishing, we must renew our vision for what lies ahead. Things will not always be like this. Jesus has promised to ‘make all things new.’ Eye has not seen, ear has not heard all that God has in store for His lovers, which does not mean ’ we have no clue so don’t even try to imagine,’ but rather you cannot out dream God . Desire is kept alive by imagination, the antidote to resignation. We will need imagination, which is to say, we will need hope."

So many thoughts and questions run through my mind sometimes that I don’t want to sleep and I can’t eat and I don’t want to talk.

Frustrated, almost always.

Man fails me, my patience fails me, my understanding fails me, but it is the peace I can cling to— that we have a beautiful sovereign God that will never fail me.

Fix us, Jesus

Our surface relationships are leaving us increasingly lonely. They’re so demanding that they leave us emotionally depleted for our relationships with skin on them. We ache for deeper connections as we’re blinded by the spotlight of superficial public relationships. We leave someone sitting before us, waiting while we “finish one more thing” on our phone screen. But that’s just it; we never seem to finish. A heart without a face looks like any other heart. It’s the face-to-face that tells us if a heart-to-heart is real.
Children of the Day, Beth Moore