Recently I uncovered a paradox that will change my idea of who I am. Although at odds with this conclusion and not whom I perceive myself to be, God is using it to change me. To embrace this reality, I‘m reminded of Paul and the thorn in the flesh that God gave him. Instead of being disgruntled with my thorn, like Paul I need to accept, embrace and be thankful for it.
Prayer isn’t murmuring a few words when troubles come. You’re talking to Almighty God, and your prayers mean so much! When the accuser hurls lies and you’re suddenly in a bad situation, do you cry out for prayer? Do you turn to others and in desperation, asked them to pray? I believe Christians aren’t the only ones who do. Prayer should surely be the first and most important reaction for those who do follow Christ when they’re hit with fiery darts.
This story is a beautiful example of God’s love for us. We are etched in the palm of His hands. The nails prove this. I bow down before you O Lord thankful for your love.
When is trampled snow more beautiful than a pristine quilt of the fresh-fallen stuff? When it reminds you of your blessings. I’m a snow lover. The kind who dreams of living in a Currier and Ives world and rejoices in big fat flakes falling from the sky. Wouldn’t you have thought I’d resent that mess of prints and sled skids and snowball scars? I surprised myself by loving every imperfection.