God’s “why” is extremely clear, but for you and me, we must silence the noise and turn up God. As we have placed your faith in Jesus, our “why” is deeply rooted in our heart. May we have the encouragement to pursue God and let that “why” float to the surface. A blog on discovering and prioritizing our reasons for serving and loving the Lord.
I was a very independent child, and I grew into an independent woman—one who had to be in control of things.
I was a planner to the point of ridiculousness. If I had planned something and there was a change for any reason, I became agitated. Nobody better mess with my schedule, and everybody knew it. I was not very peaceful, and occasionally, I made life chaotic for those around me. My father-in-law even allowed me to make vacation plans for the entire family once we arrived at their house because I had to be in control.
Life is busy—we get it! It’s hard to make extra time for things that don’t come easily, especially if there’s no tangible incentive.
For many of us, reading the Bible can be one of those things. Now, some people have been reading the Bible for years. Maybe they grew up in a home where it was mandatory or natural, or they went to a Christian school or attended a church that prioritized this. But others of us grew up only reading the Bible here or there—for a specific Bible study, or a few verses in church or Sunday school. Whatever the reason, Bible-reading never became a daily habit.
I don’t know about you, but my kids are on summer break, and I’m really getting used to waking up at seven or eight for work instead of six a.m. Not everyone is a morning person, after all. I’m not—I like to say becoming a parent forced me to pretend I am, but left to my own devices, I’d probably roll out of bed at ten each day.
There’s something about the smell of freshly brewed coffee that knocks my socks off. Do you know what I mean? It’s especially strong on those mornings when I’m bone-weary and I stayed up too late the night before with a sick kid, or just replays of my to-do list running circles in my mind. The alarm will go off, and I’ll be tempted to hit snooze. Again. And again. And then that scent drifts in from the kitchen, and suddenly I’m staggering to the coffeepot, and presto. The day has officially begun. I used to have a motto: I run...