I love to encourage believers to hear God. A huge part of my testimony is how I spent years in religious experience. I tried to do the things I thought God…
I'm pretty much the last person on earth qualified to write about strength training. Sure, we have a metal mountain of a weight setup in our garage, but I've never used the thing. About once a month I make it in to Cardio Barre to do this amazingly intense ballerina-style workout, and I collapse on the floor in a flop sweat about half way through while other hardcore women twice my age continue to keep with it.
Today is the day the Lord has made. An amazing day. Full of the glory of His goodness. His gentle instruction. His provision, protection, and promises. If your day started out like mine, it may not feel like that.
Sitting in my worn white Ikea chair, pulled up to my cluttered Ikea desk—yes, Craigslist and Ikea furnish my house—the surroundings taunt me. The taunting comes not from all the things left to do, but because all these things bring me joy ... well, once brought me joy ... and I want them to again. I'd like to blame the clutter on recent travels, exciting projects, or even my adventurous toddler, but that wouldn't be true. Or fair.
Grace: unmerited favor. To give good that is not deserved. We need grace everyday. And then, there are days like today, that could benefit from a double helping. The funny thing is, I'm so much better at giving grace to others than I am giving it to myself.
I've heard it said that God treats us not according to where we are, but corresponding to where we are going and who we are becoming. That He sees the end, and treats us accordingly throughout the whole trip. But what if that's not quite right? What if God treats us with the beginning in mind, not the end?
Prayer is one of those Christian words we talk about all the time. You know, like "bible" and "forgiveness". But what does it mean?