After the Avalanche
Right about now, I’m shaking my head. How could anyone handle such a series of grief-laden ordeals so calmly? Think of the aftermath: bankruptcy, pain, 10 fresh graves...the loneliness of those empty rooms.
Right about now, I’m shaking my head. How could anyone handle such a series of grief-laden ordeals so calmly? Think of the aftermath: bankruptcy, pain, 10 fresh graves...the loneliness of those empty rooms.
We all agree—life is difficult. Without warning, tragedy strikes and cuts our legs out from under us. It’s bad enough when such pain comes as the result of our wrongdoing. But how do we bear the pain of unjust suffering?
For most of my life God has been teaching me to release my grip on everything I hold tightly. It’s a process that began when I was 13.
Every parent of a special needs child has more questions than answers. But our Heavenly Father understands and promises His presence. And there’s no question about that.
Men are especially vulnerable to temptation in times of stress. A wife’s emotional support is critical and these times. Husbands need the wisdom, perspective, and spiritual strength of their spouses.
Pain is a part of life. And it’s in these “crucibles” our identity is shaped. Hard times are a transformative experience.
As Christians we’re called to be gracious and loving, but we’re not called to be doormats. Sometimes enough is enough.
I once heard an older person say, “I’m not older, I’m just further ahead of you.” It made me stop and think. And it helped me make a paradigm shift in the way I perceive age and older people.
One day you’ll have a tombstone. What will it say?
We dare not allow Easter to pass without sufficiently rejoicing in and declaring our hope. It is Jesus Christ—the miraculously resurrected Son of God—who remains the object of our worship and the subject of our praise.