I’ve married a man who is so afraid of living, he’d rather destroy the very thing that makes him feel alive.
It’s because when God adopts you into His family, you belong to Him. He stamps His name on you. A name that comes with His protection. And His birthright, which is eternity and the power to live with joy on this earth.
It’s a mother’s greatest privilege to give birth, to raise a child. But a woman’s greatest honor is to look at her son with pride and know that she’s helped him become a man.
It’s an awe-filled, wonderful, terrifying act to have a child, for you suddenly wear your heart on the outside of your body. You risk a little more each day as he wanders from your arms into the world.
The Lord of my life, who calls me to be brave and walk into the unknown, amazing future. I am always awed by the wonder of you.
Life isn’t sure, life is scary, It doesn’t mean you stop living it.
You’re treating your relationship with God like a fling. As it means nothing to Him and nothing to you. As if you can walk away from each other. But God doesn’t operate that way.
The amazing, whole, overwhelming, abundant life is found, oddly, by letting go. By living a dangerous faith–the kind of faith that believes in a God who knows our hearts and loves us enough to take our breath away.
It’s not about how you feel. It’s about what you do.
You know enough of me to believe me when I say I am not going anywhere. Not without you. You stay, I stay. You’re not a fling, Amelia. For me, you are the reason to stop running.
If you love someone, you don’t act like they annoy you. You like them, and you try and make them think they’re the most important person in the world to you.
Take a chance on God. After all, He took a chance on you.