Joy and sorrow intermingle in our days … and God is working in both.
Just as we have over the past warm nine months, we’ll creatively adjust to the next colder three. In this post, I’ll share why I’m choosing hope we’ll turn this pandemic winter, this Plan B, into something truly beautiful.
There’s a hope—a peace in the storm—we find by looking at how God’s carried us through dark seasons, allowing us to trust no matter how bad things are right now, joy is on the way.
I think about people on the front lines and parents both working full-time jobs on top of this homeschooling saga and feel guilty even bringing my hard to the table. But you guys, this is hard for everyone. And everyone else’s hard doesn’t make yours any less hard.
I’m proud I didn’t wait until my hair was longer or facial nerves more recovered. I’m proud because when I show our girls pictures from our wedding day, I remind them that you don’t have to wait until you’re perfect to show up.
I expected to talk about what brought me to Nebraska from Tennessee, playing soccer at the University of Nebraska, and why I started my ministry. I was pleasantly surprised when he took the podcast a different direction.
God, you put this desire on my heart. You gave me a powerful story to share. I have spent so much time and money trying to make this happen. Was I wrong about this dream?” But then, you guys. There’s always a but then
I began to see that every part of my story – even and especially that part – could be used for good if I let it.
There is no part of your story that He cannot redefine. There is nothing – absolutely NOTHING – too broken for God to redeem and reweave into something beautiful.
Don’t let the fear of not fitting in keep you from showing up. Own your story, reach out to the edge of the room and find common ground.
