"We consider ourselves to be young and wild and free, yet perhaps we’re more bound to a particular expression of God’s miraculous way than we’re willing to admit." --- how quick I am to forget the prayer that never fails: "Not my will, but Yours". I've been reading quite a bit on prayer and how we engage God and what it means to have faith that isn't short-circuited by an obsession with a single outcome, but is buoyed by a more-than sufficient mustard-seed hope that God will do what is good and right. I've been shocked out how often I am just worrying in the general direction of heaven, rather than inviting God to show me Himself.
“ I’m sliding into your inbox today with a mini break-in-the-month letter to say to those who are bone-tired from waiting on the miracle: look over your shoulder. There may be another mountain He’s moving in your life.
And you might never have noticed it unless the mountain in front of you hadn’t moved when you wanted it to.”
Excuse me while I go send this email to my husband and go quietly cry and chew on this thought with God. 💙
"We consider ourselves to be young and wild and free, yet perhaps we’re more bound to a particular expression of God’s miraculous way than we’re willing to admit." --- how quick I am to forget the prayer that never fails: "Not my will, but Yours". I've been reading quite a bit on prayer and how we engage God and what it means to have faith that isn't short-circuited by an obsession with a single outcome, but is buoyed by a more-than sufficient mustard-seed hope that God will do what is good and right. I've been shocked out how often I am just worrying in the general direction of heaven, rather than inviting God to show me Himself.
“ I’m sliding into your inbox today with a mini break-in-the-month letter to say to those who are bone-tired from waiting on the miracle: look over your shoulder. There may be another mountain He’s moving in your life.
And you might never have noticed it unless the mountain in front of you hadn’t moved when you wanted it to.”
Excuse me while I go send this email to my husband and go quietly cry and chew on this thought with God. 💙