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In seasons of hardship, God has done me no wrong. In seasons of doubt, God has never been wrong. In the seasons of waiting and wandering want, His timing has never been wrong. Though I may think it, by Him I am not wronged, for in Him no wrong can be found. He is not wrong in what He will make right. By Him I am not wronged by day or by night; For what is wrong in this world is no fault of God's What is wrong in this world with Him is always at odds. His will is to work all things by His might, That all wrongs in His justice will be made, one day, right. In the seasons of suffering, God has done me no wrong. In the seasons of loss, God has never been wrong. Though I may think it, by Him I am not wronged, for in Him no wrong can be found. By his hand I am not and will not be wronged, for in Him no wrong can be found. So still I will be as the wrong He will fight, And I long for that day when all wrong will be right. Oh, for that day do I long. #spreadtheword

Never has a task felt so repetitive and so mundane.  Nonetheless, never has a task felt so needed and so incredibly purposeful: Changing. Yet. Another. Dirty. Diaper.  From soiled to clean, once again.  And it would be silly to become frustrated with the task when these youngsters we care for are so little that they're simply unable to control these natural bodily functions. It isn't a perfect analogy, but bear with me. Or if we're talking about the baby on your lap, maybe it would be better suited to say "bear down" with me as they fill their pants again! Ok, that's probably taking my inner labor/delivery nurse bodily-function-language-filter (or lack thereof) too far. You'll have to bear down with me, too. Oops. Too far, again? Well, there goes the hope for a smooth delivery of this topic! Ha! Are you laughing with (or at) me yet? Ok, but for real: I can't help but think: Is this perhaps how God views the cleansing of our sin? Repetitive. Purposeful.

As I sit here gazing at our sweet baby's face, it's as if I've never seen or understood a baby's helpless state before; I find myself having a "lightbulb" moment, where Matthew 18:3 hits me in a brand new way. Our precious son, completely reliant on us as his caretakers: the two people God chose, enabled and entrusted to give life to this little one. Whoa, dude. That's a big responsibility. And yet, my heart rejoices as Mary's did in Luke chapter 1, "magnifying" the Lord, because no, I could not have done anything this beautiful apart from the Lord, the Creator. I rejoice in Zion's life. He's such a blessing to GET to take care of!! The Lord has indeed done beautiful things for us, and HOLY is his name! And then, to think that God willingly gave up his firstborn - his one and only Son for us. It seems unfair. Probably because it is. Yet, Jesus went willingly into the humble, helpless human form as he became a baby. But, that's a w

After an amazing weekend of deer hunting, I've been more keenly aware of the scripture that talks about how God's majesty is so clearly seen in his creation. When you're out in the woods for hours on end watching "the created" with very little distraction, it would be hard to not notice how complex, beautiful, and diverse nature is. What does it point us to? Remind us of? For me, it is a reminder of the complexity, beauty, and diversity found in the amazing character and creative power of God.  But, not everyone sees nature this way, and I am deeply saddened by how many individuals forget to attribute the beauty of nature to the Creator; and instead, they end up worshipping the created . Even as believers, we easily fall into this trap. I fall into this trap. We too easily worship the things God created. And, in doing so, we fail to worship God. As humans, we all worship something, ALL THE TIME . Even atheists are worshippers by nature. That's a topic for ano

Are you in what you'd classify as a season of waiting ? Has anyone ever told you that you need to just keep waiting? That seasons of waiting are okay? Not okay? Or has anyone told you to simply be present and find joy in the moment even if you're in this season of "waiting?" Stop looking for the next thing. If you aren't content in the season you're in, you'll find discontentment in the next season, too.  So... here's a newsflash for you today: If you're a believer, you ARE in a season of waiting, and you will be until the day you die.  If you don't find joy in today's waiting, it isn't going to magically appear in tomorrow's. All the joy and contentment you need is the joy of knowing that we're ALL waiting for heaven, and that have we hope for a perfect eternity with our Creator. Pretty cool. Waiting for a boyfriend. Waiting for a proposal. Waiting for a spouse. Waiting for the right job to come up. Waiting for kids. Waiting fo

I vividly remember a night when my siblings and I were acting a little bit (or perhaps a "lot bit") crazy... I don't remember what we were doing specifically, but I do remember that Dad was continually reminding us to be kind to one another. Next thing we knew, Dad had written " be kind " on his forehead with red lipstick. He was tired of verbally reminding us to be kind, and this was his solution... ...and let's just say just say he made a solid point by having bright red lipstick on his forehead. Kindness is a fruit of the Spirit. But unfortunately, the word "kindness" is often hijacked by culture, and we lose sight of the very definition of this spiritual fruit. Yikes! Our culture would define kindness as passive tolerance - letting others do, say, or believe whatever they want to; supporting them regardless of whether or not their pursuits and desires align with the truth of scripture. When a word gains a new, incorrect definition from cultur