What if all these answers we’ve been given all our lives, in church, by our families, by well-meaning people, what if even SOME of them are wrong? What if we don’t have it all figured out? Then what? I am learning to find God in the questions. And in asking the questions, I’m finding myself, […]
The fight with fear and self-doubt is universal, but as parent, it seems even worse.
My faith matters to me. I read the Bible. I attend church. I pray when something is weighing heavily on me. But while I used to find my identity only in the label of “Christian” or in the name recognition of my local church, I’ve realized people care much more about whether I am kind than whether I have faith.
Sometimes trusting God isn’t triumphant or glorious. Sometimes trusting God isn’t even a desire. It’s a stubbornness that cries in the middle of the night, but attaches firmly to my faith. Sometimes trusting God isn’t a praise song with the full band on a Sunday morning, but rather it’s a stick-to-it-ness that says I know there is something deeper than my pain and a Power higher than anything I can rationalize, so I’ll give this another shot tomorrow.
The fight with fear and self-doubt is universal, but as parent, it seems even worse. It was 10:30 pm, and we were catching up on the last two episodes of Nashville when I heard Ben crying. “Go help him. He’s sleepy,” Lindsey whispered. She was holding a sleeping Cara. Peeling myself off that brown leather […]