Tuesday, July 29, 2014
My battle with fear...
It had happened. An outcome that was really good that I had not anticipated. I was overcome with joy and then flooded with fear. Then for the next few days everything that came into my life I was confronting with fear. It had over come me and I could not fight my way out. I had let the thoughts of my mind run like a rabbit in a wild open trail like someone was hunting them down with a gun and it all came crashing down around me.
What was I to do? How was I to climb out of this rabbit hole I had found and jumped, willingly, into. I would ask for prayer. Think about my mental health. Divert my attention and my thoughts to something good and pure and lovely. I would take every thought captive to the obedience and love of Christ and the Father. I would contact a friend or two and ask how they deal with fear. I would get busy doing something good, work, fun, exercise.
Later I was able to write this post to those who had prayed for me...
I want to thank you for your prayers. Instead of taking an additional med I poured a cup of coffee and ate an oreo cookie and waited in anticipation of what God was going to do. My mind did begin to clear and I got strength to do laundry, several loads, super, write a letter, make phone calls, and see the counsel of friends on how do they deal with their fear. It seems when I am caught in fear I always prepared myself for the worse. Well if the worst happens God can and will still use it for good. My former pastors wife said sometimes when we have had a lot of trauma in our lives we expect the worse. I thought I am cynical. Why not pray for the blessing in our life from God. Why not pray for Him to prosper us. That God has a plan for good. Why not expect good gifts from my Heavenly Father? I think we can get so afraid of disappointment we prepare ourselves for the worse. We are afraid to hope for something good. Why not anticipate good things from our God and know when hard things come, and they will, that His grace will be sufficient enough for us to carry us through. That He will walk with us and give us faith to endure.
The antidote for fear is trust but what does that look like, I ask myself...then I wrote. It is not up to us to prepare for the worse but to trust God. We even say don't set yourself up for disappointment. We are afraid to hope for blessing. God sees what we do not see. He works in ways we do not understand. God is about the bringing of Good things in the life of His children. I am not talking about a prosperity gospel but one of truth that God is a loving Father and is about good gifts to His children. Even, yes the hard but what I am saying instead of always planning for the worse why not anticipate the best from a God who loves us. Expecting good things from His loving Hands. Already His blessings are all around us if we would but open our eyes and hearts to see them. It brings a heart of gratitude instead one of fear and terror. What do you think?
Ted Tripp said. If God is in control of every aspect of your world and his grace covers all of your sin, why would you ever give way to fear? We have a good God who is about doing His children good. Trusting God may not be preparing at all for the worse or the best as we define it but to always anticipate good, jumping into our loving Fathers arms not knowing what will happened but that it will be for good for He who uses it all for good for us. To me that is faith.
This is a fallen world and hard things happen but God is always about something good. It is ok Father what comes that may but I trust you to be in control and that you are for me. I do believe to remember who God is and His love for me is huge is fighting fear. Not to plan but to rest. To trust in His goodness, I said to myself. This is the gospel. That God so loved us He sent His Son to die for us to give us a hope and a future. To rescue us from fear and sin and ourselves.
So today is another day and I am feeling well. I think the fear thew me into some type of trauma and it has been hard to recover my peace and faith. My mind could not handle the extra stress so a combination of God working all things together helped.
Thank you for your prayers and I would love to pray for you. I do pray for you. May Gods richest blessings be with you today.
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Finally, I wrote again
There once was a young girl. Her mom and dad loved her very much. She enjoyed nature and being alone talking to God as a child. As she grew she began to dream dreams of marriage and having a family of her own. Eventhough she didn't realize it much of her life was spent alone. This would go with her through most of her life. She felt the need to keep her parents loving her by performance even though they never gave her reason. She sought their continued approval.
She lived her life doing this with friends. Then as she married and had her children she also sought their approval. She longed to be a good mother but did not know how. She gave to her children through providing their physical needs. She got them to activities, church, school. The children lacked for nothing but their moms heart.
The children grew older and left home. The mother didn't know what she had done wrong but knew she had failed her family. Then the love of God began to penetrate the mothers heart. She began to experience Gods acceptance and love in ways she could not imagine. She began to live life and be in the lives of others and her family. She was coming out of a life time of protection and isolation.
She realized what she had not done in her marriage and with her children was give her heart away. So how could she expect them to give her theirs. Little by little she began to open her self up to them and to others. To not fear rejection or pain but to be more interested in learning and giving than she was about receiving. To see God do what she could not do and be for her out of who she could not be.
This woman is me. I have felt the pull of temptation to live in regret. But know the forgiveness of my family and God. I have seen how my failures and my sin God has used to bring me to a place that is better than if I had never failed. I have spent my life trying to find contentment and happiness, peace. I have dined at the White House with the staff of the President of the United States and been in a couple of their presence. I have eaten my meals at the cafeteria of several mental hospitals and been with a woman who said she was a devil worshiper and felt fear over take me. I have been on ocean shores, mountain tops, and flown high above the sky. I have been behind the locked doors and bared windows with the insane. I have been with the rich and famous and have sat in AA with the addict trying to make it one more day. I have been in the admiration of thousands and felt all alone and I have been all alone with the Lord and felt His love and acceptance that I knew who I was and my purpose. I have had anything I wanted that money could buy and I have felt I have lost all that mattered. I have found out that giving your heart away is where you find out who you really are. Is where you meet the very heart of God. His heart for you.
So the walls of protection, the fear, the comfort places are gone for today and I am giving my heart away. I may pull back tomorrow but now I know the way back home. The way to the party. I use to think I had to hold on but then I saw it was Him holding on to me. I did not find happiness and contentment but it found me. Not in the circumstances that are easy and appear good or the people that love and accept me and always do what I want but in the Person of Jesus. That I can be open and honest and vulnerable and risk rejection for the sake of intimacy. I see that in my failure and need is the very place where Jesus feels at home. My perfectionism is going and I am embracing my weakness and finding a strength and courage I never though I would have in this life. When trouble is knocking down my door and I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel I remember, He reminds me, it is Him setting me free more and more. So I am risking what I cannot keep to gain what I cannot lose, Jim Elliott. I am not moving into the prison but standing on the outside calling others out. To a place of freedom.
I am finding that the gospel is all I really need to know and all good things flow out of that love of the Father in sending His Son for me. So it grows deep and wide and I am humbled once again. I am brought to repentance and a joy that I cannot keep. I know His mercy and the wrath that was taken out on His Son for me. I am knowing healing. That I might fail but I might fly and it is worth the risk. That it is in my failing that I soar. It is through giving my heart away that I find His for me.
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
I rest in my imperfection of perfectionism
Four reasons to praise God for your imperfections
POSTED BY RICK THOMAS ON 14 HOURS AGO IN ARTICLESUNDER EXPECTATIONS, FAILURE, PERFECTIONISM, WEAKNESS
Statistically speaking…
- I will always labor under a predetermined ceiling of intelligence.
- We are all going to become old if we live long enough.
- None of us will be sinlessly perfected in this life.
- Everyone is a hypocrite to some degree.
- Most people will not make it to heaven.
- Jesus died on a cross.
- Our beloved Paul could not rid himself of his thorn in the flesh.
- If you drop your cone of ice cream, it may land upside down.
My goal is not to rain on anyone’s parade, but to try to gain a better perspective about how we live in God’s world, while possibly releasing a few of us from the pursuit of something we can never achieve. The concern here is how some of us are not comfortable with imperfection. It is a belief, though never admitted, we are to live our best life now, not later.
The word utopia means no place—a place that does not exist. A utopian idea of life is a mirage in a desert. This is an important data point for anyone who has a penchant toward perfectionism.
I am not defending passivity or fatalism. We should always strive to do better, be better, and live better. The key to striving for your best life now is to do it with the right information, a part of which means imperfection must be factored into our plans.
Cultural slavery
Think about a woman’s fear of becoming older or bigger or less attractive—whatever that means. This is a big deal for some women. They labor under the burden of our culture’s propagated view of physicality and sexuality.
This kind of world view motivates some of our female friends to over-think sexuality and beauty. Their thoughts bounce from overeating to under-eating to shopping to exercise to physical alterations. These are their external battles, which do not include matters of the heart:
- Envy/Jealousy
- Comparisons
- Judging
- Bitterness
- Anger
- Discontentment
- Depression
- Fear
- Worry/Anxiety
Their souls are bound by internal pressures, while their bodies are being transformed by external perceptions. Though they appear to be free and empowered, the hope of feminists everywhere, they are in reality cultural slaves. Whoever they believe is the desired way to be, then that is the goal they seek to become.
This kind of soul-discontentment leaves them frustrated and fearful. The elusive beauty carrot is never possessed, though always craved, while the beauty of Christ is never secured. It is a horrible way for any Christian woman to live.
Men are no different. Many of us are stuck in bodies we do not like or we struggle with reputations that are tied to the culture’s view of success. We want bigger and better and just like a woman gazing over the beauty competition, we measure ourselves by our ability to look good in front of others.
Coming up short or missing the mark is not an option for cultural slaves. This lie from the devil has been placed deep in our hearts. He was the one who first said God is not enough for us and Adam and Eve submitted to his doctrine and the rest of us fell in line (Genesis 3:1-7; Romans 5:12).
Comfortable with imperfection
My objective here is not to talk you out of physical beauty, material blessings, or marital bliss. The main goal for this piece is for us to see how our human condition will always fall short of perfection, no matter how hard we try (Romans 3:23).
Nearly all counseling happens because somebody is dissatisfied with something, either about themselves or about a relationship they are connected to in some way. The counselee is unwilling (or they do not know how) to live with imperfection.
- A teenage girl is discontent because of the gnawing fear that eats at her.
- A wife is frustrated because her husband is not a good protector or lover.
- A husband is angry because his wife has changed from the person he married.
- A friend is bothered because someone is being a pain in the rear end.
- A church member is annoyed because the church is not doing a better job.
- An employee is dissatisfied because he is not climbing the company ladder.
No matter where you turn, people are frustrated. If it is not with themselves, then it is with other people. The only thing that will make them happy is if their circumstances change so they can get what they want.
When not getting what we want tempts us to sin, then we have an idol in our lives. You can get to the heart of this problem by asking the idolatry question (IQ). Fill in the blank.
I could be satisfied if ______________.
If anything is placed in the blank, other than the LORD, then it is idolatry (Exodus 20:3). You can change the question by using other synonyms.
- I could be content if…
- I could be fulfilled if…
- I could be successful if…
The issue for us to consider is about what primarily characterizes our general attitude and disposition during any given day? What controls us? Who or what has the most power over us?
Does the LORD control your mind and emotions? What is the thing that tempts you to take your thoughts away from the stabilizing power of the LORD? The most effective way to answer these questions is by how you respond when you do not get what you want. Let’s return to the six scenarios presented earlier.
- The teenage girl who is fearful.
- The wife who is frustrated.
- The husband who is angry.
- The friend who is bothered.
- The church member who is annoyed.
- The employee who is dissatisfied.
If you made yourself the subject of this list, you could ask yourself the following questions—the questions you would ask the teen, wife, husband, friend, congregant, or employee:
- What controls you?
- What gives you your primary satisfaction?
- Where do you find your identity?
- When you fill empty, how do you seek to be refilled?
Rethinking imperfection
What if we turned your imperfection on its head? Rather than trying to solve the problem of imperfection by changing our friends or our circumstances, what if we saw our shortcomings as a means of grace for the LORD to use in our lives?
Could it be the LORD wants imperfection in our lives for our good and His glory? We find a clear example of this in 2 Corinthians 12:7-10. Paul had a problem with pride.
He was tempted to think too highly of himself. The LORD knew this, so He gave Paul a gift—a thorn in the flesh to harass His chosen servant. This imperfection was given to help him become all he could be through Christ’s strength rather than his own (Philippians 4:11-13).
Paul, like you and I, did not readily embrace his imperfect life. From his vantage point, he could do more without a thorn than with a thorn. What about you?
- Do you believe you could be better without the fear that regularly sweeps across your mind?
- Do you believe you could accomplish more if your spouse was a better person?
- How about if your friends cooperated with your ideas and preferences?
- Do you think a better church would be a better way to go?
- What about if you were higher on the company ladder?
I am sure it would be good if some of these things did change. I am not saying you should resign yourself to something less for a show of false humility, especially if the changes you want are biblical.
What I am saying is your circumstances may not change and if they do not, then we have no right to sin in response to our unchanging circumstances. In fact, if you are regularly sinning because your associations or situations are not changing according to what you believe they should be, then you are stuck in idolatry.
Sinful responses do not force the hand of God. In fact, sinful responses attract the opposing power of God on your life. The LORD will not partner with you or your sin, if your motives, attitudes, and actions are not godly.
God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble. – James 4:6 (ESV)
Four reasons to praise God
What if the LORD was able to use sin sinlessly in your life. You know, the way He did with Joseph (Genesis 50:20), with Paul (2 Corinthians 12:7-10), and the way He did with His dear Son (Isaiah 53:10).
What if the LORD never wants to remove what you believe to be imperfect in your life? What if the LORD was the Author of your imperfection because He knows it is for your good? I can think of at least four reasons He would do this for you.
1 – Imperfection exists – I will not belabor this point because it is a fact: we will never attain perfection in this life. There is a ceiling to our lives, whether it pertains to how we are internally or what we are like externally.
The LORD has set the bounds of our lives just like any good and loving parent would set the bounds to their young child’s life. It is one of the early and important lessons for any child (Acts 17:26-27).
Son, you are not omnipotent, omniscient, or omnipresent. You work within limits. God has made you a certain way and the sooner you figure out what way that is and become copacetic with that way, the better off you will be. – Dad
2 – Imperfection reminds – Paul needed to be reminded he was not God. It was not good for him to live in a frictionless world. The LORD had blessed him with many revelations, which became a source of temptation for him.
Like with all our strengths, they can easily become our liabilities if we do not regularly humble ourselves before the Gift Giver. We are no different from Nebuchadnezzar, who lost sight on what he had, thinking the world revolved around him (Daniel 4:28-37).
3 – Imperfection drives – If we understand our imperfections rightly, then we will see them as vehicles to get to God, rather than hindrances to a better life. Typically, the things we see as wrong in our lives will move us in one of two directions.
- We will experience imperfection and turn to the LORD.
- We will experience imperfection and turn to self-reliant means to resolve the imperfection.
Our imperfections remind us we are not God, which should humble us to seek God. Since Genesis 3, we possess a two drive system. We will either drive toward God or we will drive toward destructive choices.
4 – Imperfection allows - The beauty of our imperfections is they allow us to not only find God, but to enjoy Him, while finding strength through Him. This is key thinking about the things that are wrong with us.
It explains why Paul repented of his complaining, while embracing his imperfection. He learned the secret to his best life now. It was not through perfection, but through imperfection.
For when I am weak, then I am strong. – 2 Corinthians 12:10 (ESV)
The wise person is able to live in an imperfect world. This person is always striving toward Christ, while understanding some of the means to enjoy Christ may come through personal weakness and disappointment (Matthew 16:24; Philippians 1:29).
The wise person does not give up on excellence, but is not controlled by the things that have not been granted to him at this time. The wise person has learned to live like Paul, who said,
I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. I can do all things through him who strengthens me. – Philippians 4:11-13 (ESV)Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ. – Philippians 3:8 (ESV)
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Thanks Tim Lane former CCEF Director and my pastor who now leads pastors
A Web of Care: Internal Resources
July 22, 2014
The other day, I was doing some cleaning in my basement. While working in a particular corner, I walked right into a spider web. My entire face was consumed. As I tried to get loose, pieces of the web kept sticking to other parts of my body; my fingers, arms, shoulders and even my torso! I could not get free of the web's embrace no matter how hard I tried.
Later that day, I was having a conversation with a fellow pastor about discipleship, counseling and pastoral care in the local church. In a serendipitous moment, I made a connection between my bad experience with the spider's web and a positive one as it relates to pastoral care. When we think about caring for people within the context of the local church, the image of a web is helpful. We want to create a web of care so that people find it hard to hide, get lost, slip away or fall through the cracks.
I started thinking about the various strands of what that web would include. You see, a spider's web does it's job well because the spider spins many strands. A single strand will not suffice if the spider is going to catch its prey. Likewise, no single strand will suffice if the church is going to guard and feed the sheep. Here is a list of some of the strands.
Strand One: The Pastor. This is the first and most important strand, yet many churches think this is the only strand. When they do, people are not cared for. It only takes a congregation of 25 to overwhelm one pastor!
Strand Two: Spiritual Leaders. Any church worth its salt will have a number of spiritual leaders who assist the pastor and help provide stability for the people. If this is going to happen, it will mean that the lead pastor/pastors will have a vision and plan for equipping these leaders with interpersonal ministry skill.
Strand Three: Pastoral Staff. Most churches, even if they are small, have staff; a secretary, receptionist, nursery coordinator, children's minister, youth pastor and other assistant pastors. Every staff person must be adequately trained to know how best to help others grow in grace. Once again, it is the responsibility and calling of the lead pastors to provide this kind of training so that key staff are adequately able to know how to assist in the growth process of others.
Strand Four: Uniquely gifted lay-people. There are always a number of people who have gifts of mercy and are relationally strong in helping others with wise counsel. Often, they have gained these skills and character qualities through the hard knocks of life. You know who they are because people talk about how they have been helped by them. If this strand is going to be leveraged to the fullest, know who they are and create a natural but more formal connection with them and the other strands.
Strand Five: Small group leaders. In most cases, equipping for small group leaders has one of three legs missing. The two legs that are often present are: 1) training in how to lead a Bible study and 2) training in group dynamics and how to lead the group in discussion. The third leg that is often missing is what to do if an individual or couple approaches the small group leader after the meeting and asks for help with a problem in their lives. When small group leaders are given this third aspect of training, they become a vital part of the overall web of care.
Monday, July 21, 2014
No Bad Days
Grace for One of Those Days
By: Kimm Crandall on Friday July 18, 2014
The sticker on the back of the jeep in front of me threatens to crush my weak spirit. It has the words, “No Bad Days” encased in a fish outline alluding to the fact that there are no bad days with Christ. What? No bad days?
The guilt and condemnation pour over me as I think about the “bad day” that I was having. What had I done wrong? Perhaps it was my pessimism coming to a head again. Maybe I just needed a more positive attitude. Or maybe God was punishing me for my unkindness to my children as we were getting ready for school that morning. I should have kept my mouth shut. I should have prayed and asked God for patience before entering into a discussion with my daughter about her unbrushed hair.
Then there was the broken dishwasher, the mess from the dog, and the unruly rooster that attacked my daughter, drawing blood from her leg. I saw her heading to the office for a band aid when I pulled away from the school wondering why I had failed to offer her one before we left the house.
One Of Those Days…
And as I sought to sleep off my frustration and annoyance that day with a quick nap, my husband told me that the school called to say that my son may have broken his arm and needed to go to the emergency room. In an instant, my feelings of what had transpired over the course of the day came out in one tired, snarky word: “Seriously?”.
Perhaps you have had a day like mine recently, so full of chaos that you can’t seem to escape. Nothing catastrophic has happened, yet there have been enough little mishaps to label it a bad day. Or, maybe it’s been one of those days when tears gather on your lower lid, waiting for a blink to push them out. Maybe it’s one of those days where you try to find an explanation for your urge to fall apart; a continual holding-it-together-hoping-to-avoid-a-trigger day because if you cry you won’t be able to say why. You know...just one of those days.
If you are like me, you may believe that you are the only one who has bad days. You may look at others in life and only see “No Bad Days” plastered across their foreheads. You believe the lie that if you are in Christ you are not allowed bad days. You may have been misled to think that once saved your life would simply be a tip-toe through the tulips and you wonder where you’ve gone wrong.
Do You Believe You're Being Punished?
Maybe you believe that your bad days are a punishment for your sin. As if you are finally getting what you deserve from God. If that is the case, please rest in Romans 8:1, “Therefore there is now no condemnation for those in Christ Jesus.” There is no wrath left for you, and the unraveling of your day is NEVER a barometer of God’s affection. In fact, as our days start to spin out of control, we can be assured that because we now have Christ’s righteousnessGod continues to be as pleased with us as he is with his Son.
It is in the midst of our bad days that our sin and weakness is magnified, showcasing our desperate need for the strength of Christ. And these are often the days that he is most glorified as we are reminded of our need to be rescued and we turn, once again, to Him.
God is the lover of those who have bad days. He loves to love you in your weakness. He pursues you in your pessimism. He desires you when you are undesirable. He loves you when you are unlovely. Believe that no matter what kind of day you have had--whether good or bad--that you remain His longed for beloved, His heart’s desire and His beautiful bride. There is no sin or circumstance that will ever change that. Rest. You are free. You are loved.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Where God Meets the Addict
Where God Meets Heroin Addicts
Posted on July 18, 2014 by Jacob Goff
I usually post satirical posts on Friday, but this one couldn’t wait.
I’m on a road trip with my parents and my sweet girlfriend yesterday. We were returning from a week in Destin, Florida. The ocean was wonderful, the sun was wonderful, the food was plentiful. It was a blast. My sister and her family were driving separately, but they were there when the crazy stuff below went down.
I am always the one who has to go to the bathroom. This time, though, I waited like 12 miles before I said a word. I would rather suffer than inconvenience a whole car of people who just want to get home and into their own beds. Finally I say something, and finally we stop at a gas station.
Everyone piled out, and everyone went inside to the bathroom. On my way out, I passed a guy who was singing to himself. He was a Latino guy in his mid-twenties. He was with a long, curly-haired white girl of about the same age who was having a discussion with the cashier about the soda selection. She had on a slightly risque outfit, and I remember noting that she looked oddly confident, or content, or some elated feeling I couldn’t put my finger on.
We all came back outside and decide that, to save us stopping for a big dinner, we should just eat a sandwich at the car. So we opened the trunks, and were standing around in this gas station parking lot making sandwiches. I sat on the curb next to my nephew and we ate our Doritos. My dad snapped a picture.
Suddenly, I look up and see a guy laying on the ground about 20 yards away. It is the same guy who was singing to himself no more than 4 or 5 minutes earlier. His back is on the ground, and his arms are spread out. He is obviously unconscious, but his left hand clung tightly to a 32 oz soda that rested oddly on the ground. His girlfriend was knelt down on top of him, silent but obviously sobbing. I stood up from the curb and my family turned to see what was happening. The woman was dead silent, and her head was on the man’s chest. Her shoulders were shaking up and down. Her long, curly hair covered both of their faces. A few people shuffled cautiously around her, attempting to help. None of us approached.
A black guy walking slowly away from the scene, looked at my family and said with genuine sadness, “He pissed himself, too, man. Another OD.” I looked at the woman. I couldn’t see her face. She wasn’t crying to anyone for help. She just knelt on top of this man that she loved, sobbing as he grew colder. She was strung out, I’m certain, but I’m also certain that the gravity of death was pulling her rapidly back to earth.
The elated look that I noticed earlier had disappeared. She was completely broken.
People tried to pull her off from on top of the man. I am not sure why they did this. I think from where they were standing, they could see the hopelessness of the situation much clearer. She was fighting away from them. I had an impulse to stop people from grabbing her so that she could lay beside the man. I stood twenty yards away, along with my family, frozen.
Finally, maybe seven or eight minutes later, the firetruck arrived. We watched the firemen forcefully remove her from kneeling and sobbing on top of the man. She wouldn’t show her face, and she still didn’t make a noise as she fought them off. Finally, she slipped from their grasp and fell down, reaching out to her unconscious lover.
The EMTs did not seem hopeful from where we were standing. I saw them feel for a pulse, then slowly move towards their bags. They seemed to be glancing at each other and going through the motions, while two of them tried to hold the woman back so they could work.
We left. We are pretty sure the singing man at the gas station in Alabama didn’t make it.
I’ve had two high school friends overdose. I wasn’t close to either of them when they overdosed, but I had been close to them. I don’t know what made them do it.
I know that life is incredibly difficult, and that drugs and addiction make a false promise that they will take us out of our suffering. They don’t. They bring us deeper into it. Drugs won’t help anyone escape life.
But I think the sobbing woman knows that now. At least I’m certain she will hear it in the next few days, as news trickles back to her family about what happened to the boy they met last Christmas. The one they thought was clean and would help their daughter kick her awful habit. The one hope they had after their daughter’s multiple failed rehab attempts. I’m, of course, speculating.
I don’t want to sermonize this. I don’t understand it well enough to begin to make a fine theological point. But I must say that part of me was dying for Jesus to come right to her in that moment and say what he said to the woman caught in her adultery: Your sins are forgiven you, go and sin no more.
I wish someone would have held her and cried with her. I hope someone does. I hope a pastor out there convinces her that she is not too far gone, will never be too far gone, to be welcomed into God’s restful arms.
Next time that you see that woman, please cry with her. I hope that I will. Jesus loves her very much.
I don’t know what else to say. I’m so saddened by life under the sun. I’m so thankful that God loves sinners like that strung out woman and like me.
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