I’m teaching the importance of words. I hope my kids learn this. But first I have to learn it myself and these lessons are hard learned. Words matter. The things we speak to each other frame the content of our lives. The things we speak to ourselves determine what we believe. So I teach my children God is good. His word is good. I teach them to usher in praise when the world seems to crumble and groan and stretch in anguish. I teach them that every broken thing cries out for redemption and …
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For Those Soul-Heavy Days: Hope for the weary
There are days that weigh heavy on your soul. The alarm clock buzzes you awake like lightning bolts jolting your ears. And the rush of already late floods your soul before you’ve even begun. Your life has gone on without you again and you’re always running out of breath. Lagging behind, trying harder to keep up. There are days when swinging your legs over the side of your bed and standing on two feet leave you feeling crooked, as though your whole day was born slanted and you’re slipping …
