I was calm on the outside but thinking all the time.
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.
but with relief in my heart and tears in my eyes, thank you, God. Thank you so much.
Without fail, when I feel I have grasped my own certainty, God rips the rug out from under my feet and cradles me in the certainty that is Christ—always
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.