And courage is not what I imagined. Courage did not feel like being brave or having superhero strength. Instead, it was weakness and being frightened and still doing what I imagined would kill me. It’s thinking, “If I must die, I must die.” Courage is picking up stones in the face of giant-sized fear. Courage is believing, “may it happen to me as you-God–have said.”
God loves us so much that He sent us the perfect gift. In a tiny baby, we were presented the gift of life and love. There is nothing you and I have to do to receive this gift. We don’t have to straighten up our lives and put on our best behavior. No, all we have to do is say, “Yes, I want Jesus.” Then, we unwrap the greatest gift of all.
When time and distance separate us from loved ones, our heart aches, especially during the holidays. But when a loved one, a family member, our children or friends are not well or hurting, that distance grows, and their difficulty becomes ours. In these times, prayer is our comfort.
Thank you for stopping by to read the blog. I pray you will find a word or two that encourages. That is my goal here–that you be encouraged to live abundantly and know that you are loved by God, and by me.