I’ve often struggled with the “differences” between the God of the Old Testament and the God of the New Testament as, I’m sure, many people have. Then, a certain clarity hit me the other day when I asked my son to put away his coat.
Now, if you ask an adult to put away clothes, there would likely be a systematic way they’d approach this request. For the most part, it would be automatic and go something like; shirts get hung here, jeans go on this shelf, socks go in that drawer, etc.
Well, it may surprise you to know that children don’t think like that. *GASP!* Continue reading All I Know About God, I Learned by Being a Parent
There’s a particular saying that’s really resonated with me lately. It’s an oldie but a goodie and I’m sure you’ve heard it before–many times possibly. Still, I felt it worth passing on:
“What if . . .
You woke up tomorrow
with only the things
you thanked God for today?”
Hmm . . . Personally, I wouldn’t have a whole lot.
Oh sure, I’ll pray–crying out to God in times of distress or anguish, or when I’ve run out of options on my own. But I can’t remember the last time I simply “thanked” God for where I’m at today, and what I’ve been blessed with.
It’s just not something I think about. Continue reading An Old Saying
When I started this blog, I had a couple specific goals and a few hazy ones in mind. One goal was to offer a kind of journal of my spiritual path from well-entrenched “questioning” believer to what I hoped would one day be a fulfilled, thriving, wholly formed faith in God.
With that in mind, I think I’ve come a long way. Granted, I don’t think I’ll ever reach the point of “fulfilled” or “wholly formed”, but I’ve come to accept that that’s not really the point of the journey. And it is a journey, just as it was for the people of Israel in the book of Exodus–It was one thing for God to take the Israelites out of Egypt (one night). It was quite another for God to take Egypt out of the Israelites (40 years). It was all about the journey. Continue reading The Unexpected Blessings of Blogging