By definition, God is good and God is love. Therefore, everything He does is good. I trust Him on that basis. I do not trust that He will do what I want or that He will spare me pain. I trust HIM because He is wise and He loves me. I do not trust in … Continue reading Who Do You Trust?
"As death overcomes the body and the believer passes into life eternal, in the last moments of grace, is the still small voice of the Lord the last and clearest thing a child of God hears on earth?" Click here to read the entire post. Save
How Can I Know God? Who is Jesus? The Bible in Your Language
"What if all this stuff about Heaven and Hell is true? What if I have no reason to believe my child knew anything about Jesus. What if I failed to tell my child the most important thing in all the world? What if my child is now eternally lost? How can I ever live with … Continue reading Revised Post: Not Sure
Thank you for sharing the unfolding story of your struggles and growth with such honesty and insightful precision. You truly are an example of a faith in God that that is blooming in the fertile soil of sorrow. I look forward to seeing the precious rest of the story our Father has begun in you and your family. When we are in the depths of our pain and can still declare to a skeptical world that God is Good, it honors Him, it encourages other sufferers, and brings healing to our own heart. Thank you for saying it.
I wonder if we set ourselves up to be disappointed with God.
A friend’s son was in a car accident last weekend. His car rolled down a hill, and amazingly, he was not seriously hurt. The car was destroyed. They are shaken, and will be for a long time. It was terrible.
I don’t begrudge their miracle. I am rejoicing with them, sincerely. Every life saved on the road is a good thing. And I like to think that God’s angels held his head as that car rolled, guarding him the whole way.
Everyone is saying that God is good, because he didn’t get hurt.
We praise God for being good and protecting us when we get what we want. We thank him when the disease is cured and when the relationship is restored. An awful accident, the loss of a car, these things are put in perspective because…
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You are hanging from a rope over a yawning chasm. Your climbing partner has just plunged into the abyss right before your eyes and has met with a terrifying, horrible death. And there you are, alone and afraid, twisting in the wind at the end of your rope, stunned at the loss of your friend. … Continue reading Trust God?! Why Should I?
A common question that comes up among bereaved parents has to do with prayer. Specifically, the parent wants to know why, after begging God for the life of her child, the child died anyway. Or perhaps the child himself prayed to get well or a whole prayer chain of people prayed and still the child … Continue reading Why Didn’t God Answer My Prayer?
Hans took this picture while standing pretty much at the edge of a cliff overlooking Cook Inlet. That's his shadow in the lower right corner. He made a point of showing me this picture (smiling), knowing I would experience significant after-the-fact-terror. Despite the photo, faith is not a leap off a cliff. It is a … Continue reading What is This Thing Called Faith?
Most of the animals we keep were acquired when our children were young. Our oldest animal, a goat (The Old Lady), died at the ripe old age of eleven just a few months after Hans left us. She was one of our original breeding stock and was a sensible and reliable animal. But one day … Continue reading Empty Stalls, Empty Beds
Anger. We have all experienced it. For some it is a burning, churning, table-pounding rage. For others, it is more of a low-grade infection that burrows deep into the heart. It simmers on the back burner of the mind giving off an unpleasant aroma, occasionally boiling over and making an unsightly mess. For a variety … Continue reading Angry At God
Rejoice with them that do rejoice, and weep with them that weep. Romans 12:15 One of the things that ministered to me the most after Hans left us, was the genuine sorrow people shared with us. It is a sweet joy when folks are brave enough to let me know Hans mattered to them, too. … Continue reading Letter To A Friend