Christianity is all about dying to ourselves. Some see this as hideous, onerous, and weak. “Why give up your desires, wants, and longings for something someone else mandates?” they wonder. “That sounds like slavery!” they charge. However, they fail to realize that surrendering our wills to Christ is like a bird surrendering to air currents or a fish to the water. When we surrender to the Lord, he gives us the power to be what we were made to be — enabled to be useful in ways that are eternal, empowered to have life not limited by mortal boundaries, and blessed by communion with the Creator as our Father. What is lost in this surrender to Christ living in us? Only our selfishness and our self-damage caused by rebellion.
We have all read or heard about the Proverbs 31 woman. Any sensible Christian man is looking for her, and us women want to be her - full of wisdom, virtue, business acumen, a gentle yet strong spirit, praised by our husband and children! If any passage in scripture makes me thankful for God’s…
my life is stagnated and it is only through furthering my sight that i have allowed myself to become wrapped up in the illusion of moving.
i have been stuck, not at a crossroads, not at a ditch, but rather in the middle of an unremarkable straight path, and the lingering dissatisfaction has been…
Sometimes you need to worship so loudly, you can’t speak the next day. Sometimes you need to fill your head with His truth, so you can stand firm amongst the lies you tell yourself. Sometimes you need to be reminded that He knows what is coming and that you don’t need to worry or stress about it. Sometimes you need the reminder that regardless of the good and bad things in your life, the Kingdom will work through that.
Sometimes we need a reminder.
“The impulse is that the telling is going to relieve you. And that’s why you feel awful later—you’ve relieved yourself, and if it truly is tragic and awful, it’s not better, it’s worse—-the exhibitionism inherent to a confession has only made the misery worse.”
— Philip Roth, American Pastoral
I believed it when he said that I was beautiful like a pencil tucked behind an architect’s ear. A tiny piece of his soul exposed to the eyes of the wicked. He would touch me like the precious blueprint of a treasured landmark, carefully caressing the side of my mouth and brushing his fingertips…
“Communication is truth; communication is happiness. To share is our duty; to go down boldly and bring to light those hidden thoughts which are the most diseased; to conceal nothing; to pretend nothing; if we are ignorant to say so; if we love our friends to let them know it.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Common Reader: First Series