Overwhelmed By Life, Yet Overruled By God
the same way we have the right to object to something we don’t agree with, God also has the right to simply overrule it
the same way we have the right to object to something we don’t agree with, God also has the right to simply overrule it
Have you ever been asked a question and you couldn’t think of an answer? But the second the answer was revealed you immediately said, “Ooh! I knew that.” I think we’ve all been there.
Just as we know that Judas’ betrayal, no matter how necessary it was, hurt Jesus. We also know that his rejection by those he was closest to—his friends and family—hurt just as much. However, this did not stop Jesus. This did not keep Him from pressing forward with His mission.
How can we convey the Biblical message of unconditional love when we live in a generation that is so ready to throw away relationships?
For years of my life—and I do mean years—I have asked God to change how I love. I asked Him to change me. I got tired of giving and feeling depleted afterward. I got tired of allowing yet another person into my world only for me to end up disappointed and dropped at the end. (This goes for both romantic and non-romantic relationships) And when God didn’t take this heart from me, I vowed to be different. I vowed to not allow others to be as accessible to me as I would have in the past. I went int
Blind spots are tough. I mean…they’re blind spots. If we knew what our blind spots were, well then…they wouldn’t be blind spots.
“This was a mistake. Maybe God didn’t really tell me to do that like I thought. Maybe it was me.” Have you been here before? Have you ever doubted what God told you—I mean, what you surely knew that He told you all because things got a little hard? Before I started this blog and every time before I got ready to launch it, one more thing occurred and I’m like, “Well, maybe this just isn’t meant to be.” Ha! Faith is…hard. I don’t care what anyone tells you. That’s why some people just don’t get it
Don't throw a temper tantrum! Don't stomp your feet telling God how you would rather wish things to be.
Why is that I still feel this need to have the approval and “like” of sometime-y, inconsistent, not-sure-how-they-feel-about-me people?
The sooner we erase this stigma that not only lives in the black community but that is also running rampant in our churches, the better off