But when you’re in the dark, every bit of light counts, matters, is appreciated. Every pinpoint and beam draws us closer, closer to the One True Light.
We are such forgetful people, and we can so easily start believing lies that creep in without our realization.
Are we deliberately remembering?
It’s amazing where–in who–you can see Jesus.
We try to bear our sins, but Jesus already did–the punishment’s fulfilled, the debt’s paid.
“God graciously interrupts the rhythm of their lives with hardship so that they might clearly see their need for Him.”
Do I believe in and accept stereotypes; do I let them limit what I expect of others and of myself?