Courage

Courage.

That is the thing I ache for. the thing that I lack that keeps me up at night.

I am not afraid of physical dangers (except serial killers and great white sharks – BUT IT IS RIGHT TO FEAR SUCH THINGS).  I am not afraid of bugs. I am not afraid of sadness. I am not afraid of relationships.

I am afraid of being belittled.   I fear the feeling of littleness that comes from having dignity stripped away.  Your voice being taken from you.  Not being heard or believed.  I am afraid of that happening to people I love and I am afraid of that happening to me.

Lent 16-20: discipline win

Well, if you’re paying attention you noticed that I certainly have NOT been posting daily.  In fact, it took me an embarrassing amount of time to figure out which day of Lent this is supposed to be.

There was a time when I would have called this (sort-of-jokingly and sort-of-not) a failure.

But those days are happily a thing of the past.

The goal of writing every day was two fold: (1) doing something me and Jesus both value – and doing it together.  (2) prioritizing something that is important to me (writing).  Prioritizing it today, instead of thinking that a magical time is around the corner when writing will just happen into my schedule.

May they be secure who love you

May they be secure who love you.

It’s a proverb and a prayer and a hope – thrown upwards to a God who hears.

But it’s also just a logical and obvious conclusion. Those who love you will be secure.

We want Your words to work like a magic spell: squeeze our eyes shut and say it over and over again until we feel secure.  But Your words are – like you – unfailingly clear, crisp and perfect with no haze of sorcery around them.  They are just the truth. Heaven sent to lead us.