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a suffering life.
I’ve been a Christian for, well, as long as I can remember. I’ve always embraced the truths of the Bible. I’ve had my seasons of straying, but mostly I’ve wanted to know and follow hard after Jesus. I’ve sincerely wanted to serve Him with my life. But three years ago I had an awakening of sorts. It’s a difficult awakening to put into words. Maybe the best way to say it is, “I once was blind, but now I see.” I see. I see Jesus, loving me. I see Him, calling me closer. I see Him forgiving me—not just that one time at my conversion, but every day forgiving me. …
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an unhurried life.
A few weeks I wrote about my desire for a simple life. Over time I’d love to flesh that out on the blog, as these thoughts take form in my heart and, hopefully, in my life. The idea of wanting an unhurried life has been growing within me these past couple of years, but I can reach back in my memory to find that I first began learning it from a pastor’s wife and friend here in Lititz, Sandy Johnston. I moved here and had no friends and a baby on the way. Sandy would call me every so often just to see how I was doing. She’d stop by…
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a simple life.
We’re a family in transition, which all of you know full well. There are about a hundred stressful things about being in transition, all of which we experience to some extent about every day. I like to complain a lot about these stressful things. I think, if I’m brutally honest, I even like to some extent to be stressed, because then lots of people feel sorry for me. But when the complaining in my heart dies down for a moment, and I make time to just sit and be, I see that there are also gifts that come with being in transition. One of these gifts is a chance to…