In the last few years I have learned to trust God. Pretty implicitly. For my own well being and for life in general. Granted, to learn this, I had to be broken. Then, I had to rise with a different sense of the word "dependent." When it comes to my son, however, I'm still not there. I start sentences with phrases with conjunctions. "I trust God, but..." It's kind of ridiculous how we like to hold on to things we think of as our own, isn't it?! Why in the world do I doubt the God of the universe when it comes to knowing what is best for my son when I can so easily, every day, turn my own life over to Him? And the answer is pretty simple. I don't want my son to get hurt. Physically, sure, but what seems to be the problem of late is an emotional heartbreak that I cannot fix. Do you know the pain of not being able to help your child process something? MAN! I've been wrestling with this because my heart seems to be healed from something that my ...
Sometimes I think God needs to wake up our hearts. My hope through this blog is to help you do that! Every once and a while the Holy Spirit prompts...and I write! I pray you find my words encouraging and yet challenging at times!