a grace undeserved

I've found myself lately needing to go back to the basics. To be reminded of the truths of the Gospel. So often I talk about the Gospel, I act like I know the Gospel and live in light of the Gospel, but how often do I actively rehearse the truths that I know about God and his grace? How often do I remind myself of who I was, what Christ has done for me, and who I am now?

on the shifting of seasons

In fall the aspens' tiny leaves turn an unbelievably brilliant yellow, fluttering like a thousand little coins. Stripes of gold and orange flash by the window as you drive. Splotches of yellow splashed across the sides of mountains, making the mountainside look like it’s on fire. I've always loved the changing of seasons; the shift in temperature signaling that something new is coming.

on open-handedness and letting go of dreams

As I consider my own treasured desires and dreams, my heart longs for God to tell me that I can keep them. That I can wrap them up in my hands and hold them tightly. That I can count on the assurance that these hopes will come to pass, that these gifts will stay in my hands forever…

But is that ever promised?

Has God promised to keep me safe? To keep my reputation clear and untarnished? Has he promised me children and a home and financial stability? To make my hopes and dreams come to fruition?

2018: a story of God’s goodness

2018 was such a difficult year.

But I can’t help but point to God as the good and faithful author of a story that I would never have wanted to play a part in unless he had written me into it.

As we were walking (or maybe I should say limping) through 2018, I found myself frustrated as I doubted God's character time and time again.

Was he really good?

Was he faithful if he walked us through difficult seasons?

Brokenness [a prayer]

Sometimes it is so hard to follow and love You in the midst of a broken world and a broken me.

Sometimes I think life would be easier if I didn’t have to feel the pain of a world and people without You.

Sometimes I think life would be easier if I didn't realize the extent of my own sin.

God is good… all the time?

We serve a God who is in the business of redeeming every single painful and heartbreaking moment for a grand and glorious and eternal purpose.

And what a beautiful thing it is to be able to trust in the fruit that He is growing in us because of this light and momentary suffering.

sing praise.

It seems that it is more difficult for me to praise God when I don’t have an abundance of good things happening in my life. My mind does not often go to thanksgiving when I don’t see all those little (and big) things to be thankful for.

Psalm 45 – A Royal Wedding

My tendency when I approach Scripture is so often what can I get out of this? How can I apply this? How does this relate to me? While those are questions that sometimes (and often should) come out of our study of the Word, those should never be our initial questions. The Bible was not first and foremost written as a guidebook for our lives or an encouraging balm for our souls. No, the Bible is God’s divine and gracious revelation of His character and works to His people.

Why do the righteous suffer?

Why do the righteous suffer? Is all suffering for the sake of God? How do we reconcile the fact that God is good and God is sovereign with the fact that there is evil in the world? Does God somehow ordain evil and suffering? Why do the plans of the wicked prosper? 

The Servant King

This glaring juxtaposition between majesty and lowliness paints a picture of a King that is unlike any other.

The first distinction of the Messianic King is that He is not only a King, but He is also God. Lord over all the heavens and the earth. Eternally existing, full in authority, glorious in majesty, wonderful in power. The second distinction is that it is this same King, this God, who also chose to be made lowest. And not just low to live outside of heaven, but low to be mocked, ridiculed, despised, scorned, rejected, and hung on a cross.

hesed

It seems like the enemy has tirelessly worked to bring me low and make me believe lies. And I confess, I’ve allowed him to bring me low and I’ve believed the lies.

But like firm ground underfoot that can’t be seen through the thickness of low-settled fog, with every step I have been able to rest firmly in the knowledge that He is sure and steadfast.