There is one thing I’ve been keenly reminded of today as I sit in the middle of my old stomping grounds: Though He really never does things in a way that I can predict or expect, God always brings things to an expected end of His design.
Ever been ghosted by a friend? Like just out of the blue, no more brunch dates, no more texts, no explanations, just gone. This has happened to me with a few people over the last few decades. A couple of them have come back around and let me know “Hey I realize that my disappearance must have been hurtful, but it had nothing to do with you. I was going through some stuff, and I just had to focus on me.”
He is bigger than we know. Bigger than what we read on these well-worn pages in the Bible. More powerful. More loving. More perfect than we can ever imagine. And how could we when everything we have ever known in our earthly lives is fallible and broken? How can we entertain eternity when all we’ve known in life is a series of endings?
That’s not to say we should abandon our efforts to know Him; instead, we should seek to eradicate our curiosity by devoting ourselves to communion with Him.
I’ve been feeling a little unnoticed – mostly by God, a little by man. Even though I know He sees everything, I just wasn’t feeling like He cared about how I felt. Maybe He sees the circumstances, but doesn’t notice my feelings about those circumstances. You too? Let’s talk about it…
Can I tell the truth about how I’m feeling now? I’m tired of myself.
Tired of only seeing the world according to my vantage point.
Tired of fixating on what I think God should be doing or why He isn’t doing it, as if I had any wisdom to add to the conversation at all.
Tired of being frustrated. Tired of “faithing” it.
Tired of my selfish humanity. Tired of my pride.
Have you ever felt this way? Let’s talk about it…
Is trusting God really as risky and dangerous as it feels, or have we just forgotten who He is? I recently had an experience that led me down a dark and anxious path, resulting in me laying in bed wide awake at 3 AM. Caught in a battle between my heart’s desires and my God’s timing. Rather than resting in the fact that all the days ordained for me were written in His book before one of them came to be, I wrestled with the fact that I was not given the option to write any of my ideas into anyone’s book.
You’re back! I’m so glad – I missed you this week. I can’t wait to continue our conversation. Let’s grab our preferred caffeinated beverage and jump back into this. If you need a sec to skim through last week’s discussion, no worries. I’ll be here when you come back.
Ready? Let’s talk about it.
Hey friend, how was your week? Did you continue our conversation by digging into the Word? I know I suggested quite a few passages at the end of our time last week, and I hope you had time to sit with it. And if you didn’t, that’s ok too! Scripture is always there for us, always waiting for us.
Good morning / afternoon / evening / whatever time of day it is for you! I have my cup of coffee in hand and I’m so ready to chat with you today. I want to talk about one of my most favorite topics: identity. It’s my favorite because if this thing is off, then everything is off.
Hi friend! I’m so glad you came back to chat today. We hit on a pretty difficult topic last week (if you haven’t read that blog, please go back and check it out, as today is a continuation of that conversation), and I’m anxious to know: how did your week of processing go? Were you able to identify a few places where the enemy has attempted to instill doubt?