I never imagined that my “yes” to Romans 15:20-21 nearly four years before would lead me to another “yes” on December 3, 2016 when my man from Belarus got down on one knee as my boyfriend and got up as my fiancé.
If I’m honest, what I really want is enough strength so that I don’t have to keep asking for help. I’m independent and stubborn, and I hate admitting that I’m weak. So when I come to that point of asking for help and sobbing like a baby, it destroys me. But God knows it’s what I need, because it leads me to what I need most—Him.
For all the trials and tribulations since the fall of man- grace. For the mundane days at the office, for the phone calls we never want to get, for the birth of a new baby, for the death of your dearest friend.
I don’t know about you, but the world seems really loud most days. And I get the message that if I’m not doing something, I’m not worth anything.
Our selfish, sinful pursuits rob us of joy instead of allowing us to experience it. The very thing that the Rich Young Ruler built his life upon was the thing keeping him from completion.
If I look to myself, I will take the long, broken way home. When I come to my senses, I realize that all along I was running from the only One who could ever make my crooked way straight.
We call God our Father, but what does that mean practically? We can live in honesty and simplicity, trusting Him even when we don't understand.