Everyone gets put in the grave, but not everyone will walk out of it into eternal riches.
God is our refuge and our strength. He is the one we can run to in order to find shelter and he is the one who fights for his people to keep our attackers at bay. God is a very present help. What a thought! He is very present, right here, available and loving.
In this season where we are forced into relative states of isolation, and we don't get the benefit of the crumbs falling off the faith tables of our friends, it is a great time to lean in, in faith, and to taste and see that the Lord is good, for yourself.
My relatively short experience of walking with God has shown me clearly that I learn most about God, myself, and how to walk in His love, in seasons of difficulty and distress. I like seasons of prosperity and enjoy them when they come, but prosperity can lead to a presumption of my own capability, while difficulty undeniably declares my dependence on something other than me to sustain me.
It doesn’t really matter where you are coming from, what matters is where God says you are going. Your past restrictions, because of your sin, don’t have to eliminate you from your inheritance as a son or daughter and from your citizenship in the new Jerusalem.
Below is a poem about growing used to the process of sanctification as I get a bit older. It's called "The Man" The Man There’s a man who lives inside my house He looks a lot like me, except older He walks slouched by the incessant weight of cynicism and sits sunken by the burden... Continue Reading →
This past weekend, I had the immense privilege of preaching twice at The Call Conference in Pretoria for my good friend Rory Dyer. It was a very special time and I am always so grateful and humbled that people would trust me enough to share at these sorts of things. On Friday night I spoke... Continue Reading →