Joy? I thought. “Are we talking about the same God?” I asked my friend. Then I explained my fearful thoughts I had about God and about dying. Pastor Jared Carlson said in his sermon, “When life is lived apart from the Author of Life, death is all that remains.” That is were I had been living.
Category: peace
Home Alone
I have never, ever been home alone on Christmas Eve. As the realization washed over me, a tiny ripple of feeling sorry for myself began to trickle into my heart.
But then, the Holy Spirit interrupted with an almost-audible whisper. “This is the perfect night to spend with Jesus.”
Called Out of Darkness – Part III
On the fifth night after surgery while still in ICU, I awoke around 1:30am. I listened to and loathed the sound of the suction machine plugged into the wall that pumped extra fluids from my incision. The pump to keep circulation in my leg compressed and released, compressed and released. I looked at all the IV tubes that hung like a tangled mass – drip, drip, drip.