We might deny it, even be shocked by the idea of it, but the truth is that you cannot be in touch with God without silence.
Originally posted on u.b.healthy:
I remember where I was. I remember going to work as a labor and delivery nurse that night and having the hospital on lock down and the presence of fear heavy in the air. I remember celebrating with families as new lives came into the world at the same…
Now, as then, my thoughts were interrupted by God’s gentle voice, “I love these people.”
We are blessed to live in a day and age when sophisticated diagnosis, treatment, and medications are available. But even with modern medicine, pain persists. What happens when it becomes a fact of life for you?
No one group of people is better at this than others. We’ve all put out foot into our mouths. Some people seem to live that way. As we approach another presidential election, be prepared for wild and sweeping statements by just about everyone, whether it’s the latest Hillary bashing, Hillary bashing someone else, the right wingers assigning all liberals to hell, or the liberals calling the right wingers idiots. Hey, it’s our national pastime and its Bibles are in the tabloid racks at supermarkets and the airwaves.
A life lived in fear is no life worth living and I think we underestimate our resiliency and inner resources to adapt to change.
Christians hate loose ends. We want everything to be fine.
It has taken me a long time to be comfortable inside the body I have, and I want to keep that perspective.
It was early morning. Brewing coffee smelled like breakfast. The dogs were fed and settled into their morning rag doll poses. I stumbled outside with bleary eyes to fill the bird feeder, retrieved it from the hook under the big mesquite tree, and stopped to look at the sky. Another beautiful day. But that’s Arizona.…
Our culture praises beautiful bodies and the lifestyle of the rich and famous. Who can compete? The Business world demands being super productive and twelve-hour days. It’s no wonder so many of us feel inadequate, marginalized, and useless. “I’m not good enough” becomes a lifelong personality disorder that torpedoes relationships and fractures marriages and families. It leads to depression—and even suicide.