We Bear the Fruit of the Spirit by Abiding in the Spirit

We Bear the Fruit of the Spirit by Abiding in the Spirit

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As a mom there are certain moments in your life where you feel like you are actually doing a good job. A few weeks ago I received a Facebook message from a fellow mom about my daughter. Her son and my daughter are in the same third grade classroom. Recently, her son was moved to my daughter’s table, and she’d noticed a change in her son. “My son has come home happy every day, and he has been telling me how joyful your daughter is all the time. Please tell her that her joy is contagious.”

I was literally in tears reading the message because life has been hard since the pandemic started in 2020. As a healthcare worker, a mom, and a pastor’s wife, I’ve had a hard time finding joy, and I’ve often wondered how my fatigue and stress have impacted my children.

Could they sense the change in me and in the world around them?

I could fake the joy at work and church but not at home. But the sweet message I received began to erase some of my mom guilt, and I was overcome with hope that my kids still had joy that was overflowing from them.

When my daughter came home that day, I read the message to her, and she was so happy. She responded, “Mom, I didn’t even know I was doing that. I wasn’t even trying!” I looked deep into her eyes and told her, “That is exactly how it works!”

I would be lying if I told you that I lived my life out this way. To be honest, for a long time I strived to live the life a good Christian should. I would try so hard to be patient and kind, but I would always fail. By the time I left my house in the morning and hit traffic, I was back at square one. My striving often left me feeling inadequate and exhausted.

It took me a long time to understand this truth: I can’t do it on my own. I know that sounds rather discouraging, but it was very freeing. I wasn’t failing at being a good Christian. I was just operating in my own strength and skills, when I was actually supposed to receive the gift of the Holy Spirit to help me be more like Christ.

Galatians 5:22-23 says, “The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control.” These are not traits that we can own or create in and of ourselves through behavior; it is work that the Holy Spirit does as He sanctifies us. When we try to do it on our own, it seems like a daunting moral checklist, but when we abide in the Spirit, the Spirit’s power produces it in us, making us look like Jesus.

I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.
John 15:5 (ESV)

My daughter wasn’t trying to be joyful; she was simply being herself. And the joy she had overflowed to those around her. Her joy was no longer hers alone. It was also for the little boy who sat by her, who then took it home to his mom, who shared it with me.

Romans 7:4 reminds us that one of the purposes of every Christian is to bear fruit for God. Just as a tree that bears fruit helps attract and nourish those around it, the fruit of the Spirit in us does the same.

Friend, if you have been trying in your own power to display the fruit of the Spirit and you are tired, I want to invite you to tap into the power of the Holy Spirit within you. It is less about actions and more about abiding. It is less about our own strength and more about His transformational power. As we dwell in Christ, our anxiety will give way to peace. Instead of anger, we will respond in love. And instead of greed and selfishness, we will choose goodness and kindness.

The Holy Spirit is the gift whom Jesus promised would be our Helper, and He is available to all who belong to Christ. I pray you receive His power today and that others would taste the sweetness of the fruit you bear as you abide in Him.

Nothing Is Ever Wasted When We Choose Each Other

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The first friend I met at my church in Nashville was Lynzy. She really does spell her name that way. We chatted briefly and I made my way out of the building, pretending that I might never come back, even though I knew I certainly would. Like my two-year-old niece and I winking across the table during dinner prayer, I was half in and half out. I missed my church in Texas, but I needed a home in Tennessee. I was eager for steady community, and I knew making friends would be vital.

Lynzy and I decided we should get dinner the following week. We sat down and talked for hours. But just as I started to let my guard down and sigh in relief that I’d made a friend, she looked at me and said she was about to graduate from nursing school. And she was moving. In about six weeks.

Crazy. Fleeting.

At this point, we had a choice. Give up or press in. I was new to town, and it might have been simpler to make friends with the people I would actually be around in the coming months — especially since I was still reeling from my recent move away from friends in Texas.

But we decided to make the most of it. We went to church and took communion side by side. We ate more meals together and shared stories. She told me she believed in my writing and I told her she was going to be an amazing nurse. And before we could blink, we were sitting in her empty apartment, eating the food that still lingered in the pantry, sipping hot chocolate and watching Harry Potter, surrounded by boxes. She then packed everything up and left.

And through that, this is who I learned God to be: He’s a God who is kind and sees things through and aches for us to know that every ounce of investing in one another is never wasted.

Is it fleeting? Yes.

Should we give up? No.

Do we press in? Absolutely.

So many friendships are fleeting and we use that as an excuse to avoid them. We only want to invest in something that we know we’ll get a good return on. But the reality is that we never know how much time we have with any one person, so the best we can do is wildly love the ones we have while we have them.

It’s been years since I saw Lynzy in person. We still catch up every once in a while, and when we do get on the phone, there is a depth that simply wouldn’t have existed had we not been friends very much so on purpose. We waste a lot of time being choosy when what we need to do is to choose each other.

Hebrews 10:24-25 urges us to pursue community when it says, “And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another — and all the more as you see the Day approaching.”

So go. Make friends with someone who’s about to move. Introduce yourself to a stranger at church. Call your neighbor over and ask if they want to do dinner soon. Invest with purpose rather than the same tired conversations for years, not allowing a relationship to go deeper. You were made to be in community, so jump in with both feet.

God Can Do More Than You Expected

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It’s our last Bible Study Monday for Courageous Kindness! It’s been so wonderful to go through our newest Bible study right here with you. Today’s our last day of this online study, but you can always revisit any posts. We provided the reading assignment, a discussion video featuring three (in)courage writers, a quote of the week, reflection questions, and a prayer. As long as you have your copy of Courageous Kindness and bring an open heart, we’ve got you covered!

We’ll finish up this series with Week 6, which shines a spotlight on God’s ability to do more than you could expect.

Reading Assignment

This week, read Week 6: More Than You Expected, starting on page 195 in Courageous Kindness. Grab your copy and start reading!

Discussion Video

Three (in)courage writers invited us into their conversations about Courageous Kindness! Join study author Becky Keife alongside Grace P. Cho and Lucretia Berry each week as they discuss the readings. Listen in on their conversation about Week 6 (and find all the weekly videos here):

Quote of the Week

Keep this quote in mind as you read Week 6:

Courageous kindness doesn’t happen by our own strength but by God’s strength in us.

– Becky Keife in Courageous Kindness. Feel free to download this quote to share with a friend!

Reflection Questions

In the comments below, answer and discuss the following reflection questions:

  1. Have you ever doubted you could make a difference?
  2. By God’s power, one act of courageous kindness is like a single stone with many ripples. How did you see this play out in the story of Rahab?

Let’s Pray Together

Yahweh — my Father, my Savior, Holy Spirit — thank You for choosing to put Your power and purpose to work in my life. I recognize that You have called me to live with a posture of courageous kindness so that Your kindness can increase. I trust You with my small stones. Take the little I have and multiply it. I believe You can and will do immeasurably more than anything I could ask or imagine. I am Yours. Amen.

Friends, thank you for joining us for this online study. There’s still one more new episode of the (in)courage podcast, so tune in on Thursday to hear from (in)courage team members, Anna and Joy, and writers, Becky, Lucretia, and Grace, as they finish up the study right alongside you. Listen wherever you stream podcasts (and find all the episodes here!)

Answer the reflection questions in the comments so we can discuss Week 6 together, and stay tuned for our next Bible Study series, releasing in March 2022!

No Matter How Lost You Are, You’re Always Welcome Home

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It was hotter than I imagined. 

When my sister and I booked a time to go through a corn maze with her kids, I assumed it would feel like autumn. Instead, it was an unseasonably warm day, and I was dressed in a hat and heavy sweater. I could feel sweat trickling down my back as I yanked the wagon through the maze.

“How much farther?” I muttered. We’d been walking for at least thirty minutes, and there was no end in sight. 

I ripped my hat off my head and wrapped my sweater around my waist, trying to feel a little cooler. Then it hit me: We needed a shortcut.

“Follow me,” I said. Instead of staying on the ridiculously winding path, I decided to plow the wagon through the corn stalks. (I truly am so sorry to the farmers.) I was convinced this would be faster. We could cut through to the other side. Easy peasy. 

Except the corn stalks were taller than I had expected, and suddenly I had no idea which way we were supposed to go. We were lost in the center of a corn field.

“We’re never getting out of here,” my sister said.

My leadership skills clearly needed some refining. I’d led us to disaster. I continued to drag the wagon through the corn, my niece and nephew trying to dodge the corn stalks that flew towards their faces. 

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find my way out. My “shortcut” just made us more lost. I was convinced my way was better, but in reality, I had no idea where I was going. I just wanted to go home.

Suddenly the face of an older man appeared through the corn stalks. “Are you okay?” he asked us. 

I smiled sheepishly. “I thought going through the corn would be faster. But now we can’t find our way out.” 

His face was kind. “You were so close to the end. Come with me.” 

We followed him for a few minutes and then saw the most glorious sight — the exit sign. I just about cried with relief and have vowed to never go through a corn maze again.

The problem is, I don’t just get lost in corn mazes. I tend to wander off path often, thinking I can find a better way. God’s way often feels a little too slow, requires a bit too much patience, and I don’t tend to understand exactly where He’s taking me. So I hack my way through, convinced I’ll figure it out on my own. 

But I just end up lost.

The prodigal son did this too. He wanted to make his own way. He splurged his father’s money, slept around, and couldn’t have cared less about the honor of his family. 

Until one day he realized he was terribly far from home and utterly lost. He finally decided to make his way back, shoulders slouched in shame. Unbeknownst to him, all along, there was a light on his father’s front porch, a fire on the hearth, and a cozy robe draped on a chair. His father was waiting each day to see if his son would come home. When the father saw the boy finally returning, he went to him — sprinting! — and welcomed him back to where he always belonged. The father shouted, “He was lost, but now he is found!”

Like the prodigal son, we can convince ourselves that we’ll only be accepted back if we can somehow earn it, but the Father runs with utter abandon toward us when we start walking back home.

God knows I will fail a thousand times. Each friend Jesus made seemed to fail Him one way or another. Jesus knew His friend Peter would betray him — and still He built His church on Peter who seemed more like shifting sand than a rock. God knows I will fail. He knows how capable I am — not necessarily of good — but of evil, of lies, of cheating, of lust, of distance, of envy, of wanting glory for myself. And yet even in my failure, God does not chastise, reprimand, or scold me. Instead, He welcomes me with open arms and says, “I’m so glad you are home.”

This unconditional love is with us every day — but most days it feels too good to be true. We can convince ourselves we need to earn it, prove that we’re somehow worth it. A love without strings attached can seem almost eerie, and our failures haunt us. 

But we are never too lost or too far off the path that we won’t be welcomed home. There is a celebration waiting for us, festivities beyond our wildest imaginations. Our Father always knows where we are and is always trembling with excitement to welcome us back home. 

No matter how far we wander, when we come back — caked in heartache and covered in mud — we’ll see Him sprinting toward us, His arms wide open, waiting. He won’t ask us where we’ve been or what we’ve done. Instead we’ll see the porch light on, and hear God whisper, “Welcome home.”

We Are Free to Learn at Our Own Pace

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I learned how to ride a bike without training wheels in the second or third grade. On Saturday mornings, my dad would take me a few blocks away from the busy street in Tokyo where we lived to practice. He would hold on to the back of my bike, running alongside me as I gained speed. I had a beautiful, cherry red, Japanese bike. It had a sturdy basket on the front, a bell whose ring could clear a sidewalk, one of those kickstands that lifted the entire back end of the bike, and a silver metal rack behind the seat. As long as I believed my dad was still holding on to that silver metal rack, I did just fine. Sometimes he would let go without me knowing, and I would continue riding confidently until I realized I couldn’t hear his feet drumming the pavement behind me any longer. I would turn around, see him in the distance, start wobbling, and then fall. We would do this again and again.

I’d apologize for falling down (again) each time, and though he never showed any signs of impatience or frustration, I still remember the feeling that I was taking too long, that I should be riding already. I wanted to catch on quickly and glide away without so many scrapes and wobbles.

I could write a long list of all of the “should be” weights that I’ve carried since those days.

A couple of years ago, I went to a cross country meet that my oldest was participating in. The humidity was thick, and it was the warmest part of the day. I was tired before the crowded event even began, and I had a pit in my stomach as I rushed my two younger kids through the grass. Crowds and places where we have to move fast are full of triggers for our youngest. By the middle of the event, I was dripping with sweat, carrying our visibly upset four-year-old, handing another sticky, melting snack to our seven-year-old, and trying to figure out where to catch a glimpse of our ten-year-old who was running. In my mind, I reprimanded myself for not being better prepared for the setting and for being as anxious as I was. There were hundreds of other parents around me doing the same thing, and I thought I should be better at this kind of thing by now.

I am a grown woman, raising children of my own now, and yet I still find myself forgetting that I don’t have to live by a rule book of should-be’s. Jesus hasn’t set me free so I can work to check off an ever-growing list of should-be’s in my own strength. God doesn’t tell me to hurry up and get myself together. He doesn’t ask me why it’s taking me so long nor does He pull out a chart to show me how far behind schedule I am.

When I was eight and couldn’t quickly overcome my fear of riding alone, my dad ran beside me holding my bike up as I rode. He steadied me. He found a quiet street in the middle of a busy, bustling city to keep me safe. He cleaned up my scraped knees when I fell. He made time to let me enjoy the feeling of wind in my hair and made space for me to try again and again after I fell. If my dad worried that I might never get the hang of it, I never knew. To this day, riding a bike still feels like something magical to me.

It’s counterintuitive to the culture of scarcity we live in, but we are free to move at the pace God has given us.

We’re free to say no when our capacity is full and our bodies are tired. We’re free to learn slowly, to say we don’t know, to take up the space we need to grow deep and wide in the tasks, gifts, and lessons we’ve been given. We’re free to be quiet and observe. We’re free to speak up when we are ready. We are free to feel what we feel and be where we’re at. We’re free to offer the little we have and watch to see how our little transforms into enough in God’s able hands. We’re free to let the silence linger a little longer. We’re free to mother others as women who have limits and worth, women with bodies and minds to pay attention to and care for. We’re free to live without the restrictive timelines that tell us we’re too late to bloom, too slow to ever be what we should be, too limited to experience God at work in and through our lives.

We are free to be loved and then to learn and live, however slowly, from the foundation of that perfect love.

In Between the Now and the Not Yet Is Gratefulness

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So much of life is spent in the middle space. It seems as though we consistently find ourselves waiting for something. As students, we wait for graduation. As graduates, we wait for our careers to advance. As adults, we wait for potential promotions at work or relationships to blossom into marriages. If we get married, we wait to become parents. And so on and so forth. Each of our lives is different and we all go through different circumstances, but waiting comes to us all.

Like most people, I have dreams and goals and a vision for what I hope my future will hold. Most of those dreams haven’t been fulfilled yet. Many of those goals aren’t even close to happening. I don’t know how long the wait will be, and I don’t even know if those dreams will ever come to pass.

But over the years, as I’ve gone from one season to another, I’ve learned that how you wait during a season can have an immense impact on how you enter into the next season.

I recently met with a local chapter of Christian Women In Media. We sat around and dreamed together, discussed our next steps to accomplishing our goals, and shared what the hindrances were to those goals. I was encouraged and challenged by each woman’s story. They shared how they waited and trusted God in their wait and how they cultivated hearts of gratitude through it all.

I was inspired to learn how to wait well and make the most of the season I’m in. And I’ve come to believe that gratefulness is key to waiting well.

When I think of gratefulness, Philippians 4:4-8 comes to mind:

Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable — if anything is excellent or praiseworthy — think about such things.

These verses in Philippians are some of the best on thankfulness. The Apostle Paul experienced all manner of trials, sufferings, and hardships, but he also experienced all manner of successes, joy, and accomplishments. He knew not only how to survive in seasons of waiting but also how to thrive in those seasons. He learned how to give thanks to the Father and rejoice in every season — on the mountaintop and in the valley, with abundance and with lack.

I’m not horrible at rejoicing at all times, but I could definitely do better. I find myself focusing so much on the now that I let discouragement and doubt set in. I forget how good and how faithful God is. And He is always good and always faithful. For that, I can choose to be thankful — in prayer, as I go to work, as I take care of my home, as I walk around my neighborhood, as I live through difficult times.

And this means that I must turn my thoughts, as Paul says, to think on what is true, right, pure, and lovely.

I tend to focus on the here and now and overanalyze all of the possible outcomes of a situation. I can get so caught up and begin meditating on whatever is not true or right or pure or lovely. But when I focus on God’s Word and His promises, those truths become seeds that will bear fruit in the season to come.

Cultivating gratitude is another way to think on what is true because it turns my mind from what’s in front of me to God — to His provision, His grace, and His presence. And as I do, my heart begins to turn from anxiety to peace as I see more clearly what God is doing in my waiting.

Seasons of waiting are not always easy, but they can be braved with gratitude. This kind of waiting pleases God, strengthens our spirits, and develops us for the season that lies ahead.

Are you in between the now and the not yet? What are some things you can be grateful for as you wait?

When You’re Tempted to Take Too Much Credit for Your Difficult Change

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When my infant twin sons were only weeks old, I decided I would teach them to sleep through a little bit of noise. With two babies at once, I didn’t want to have to tiptoe through the house all the time. So after they drifted off to sleep in their swings one afternoon, I promptly rolled out the vacuum cleaner and began sweeping the living room. As I rolled the vacuum back and forth underneath their rocking swings, those baby boys barely stirred. The following week, I did it again. And I continued to do it each week while patting myself on the back.

You’re nailing this part of parenting! I proudly thought to myself. Not only was I certain my babies slept through a good deal of noise because I’d taught them to, but I felt I’d succeeded in showing them who was “boss” within our family.

When our daughter came along three and a half years later, I once again employed the idea that this new infant would need to get used to a little noise. After all, she had two rowdy brothers who made no small amount of it! So on an early summer evening after she went to sleep, I fired up the vacuum cleaner.

The results? Not the same. Not the same AT ALL.

It took 1.32 seconds for my daughter’s eyes to pop open and grow as big as turkey platters. Then she started screaming like she was on fire. I quickly scooped her from the crib, acutely aware of how the roaring vacuum must’ve seemed like a mean trick from her vantage point.

As I spent those next minutes and hours patting her back to a rhythm of shh, shh, shhhh, all I could think was one thing: You, my dear, had nothing to do with your sons sleeping through the noise. That was a singular work of God’s grace, a gift that made infant twins a little bit easier. 

I rolled my eyes at myself at least a dozen times before finally calming the baby down, over two hours later.

Oh, the price I paid for my pride!

Time would continue to show me in a thousand different ways that I am not to take too much credit for the good — or the bad — that happens in my life. And when it comes to difficult change, I will not take too much credit for it either. 

But I sure try to do this, especially when the change brings a lot of unwanted circumstances. Whether I’m in the 3 p.m. carpool line or wide awake at 3 a.m., I can spend untold hours asking these questions:

Why didn’t I anticipate this?
Shouldn’t I have taken steps to prevent it?
What does it say about me that I didn’t see this coming?

Yes, it’s certainly true that actions have consequences and we need to care for what’s in our lane. But just because this change is here doesn’t mean it’s our fault. Perhaps it’s here because we live in a broken world. What’s more, perhaps it’s here because there’s something that needs breaking or something that’s already broken that needs to be fixed.

In the words of author Jennifer Dukes Lee, “Brokenness isn’t intended to break us. It’s intended to heal us by leading us back to the cross.”

Maybe whatever change happens in my life and yours is to heal something that’s broken. Maybe it’s here to remind us of our need for God and His power working in us and in our lives.

I am not God, and neither are you. So say it with me now: I am not in charge of this change. God is, and you and I will see how He makes a way through it for us. That isn’t some trite cliché. Scripture is full of references of God making a way through impossible circumstances for His beloveds. (Just ask the Israelites, Ruth, Esther, and Mary and Joseph to name but a few.) Like them, we can trust God’s faithful follow-through. And as we wait, we can refuse to look inward for some kind of supernatural gift or strength and instead look upward for it. We can see our brokenness for what it is — the path we take to the cross, where we’re reminded of how Jesus’ unchanging love changes everything for us.

Consider my latest book, When Change Finds You: 31 Assurances to Settle Your Heart When Life Stirs You Up as a helpful tool as you walk through your own common and unique life changes!

Will We Be Peacekeepers or Peacemakers?

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One of my closest friends and I were texting about whether she should confront someone about a hurtful thing they’d said behind her back. She’s a firecracker, so I was surprised when I started to sense she was doubting herself. Was she being too sensitive? Making a big fuss over nothing? Being a troublemaker?

I texted back, tapping hard at my phone screen, We’re called by God to be peaceMAKERS. Not peaceKEEPERS. Keeping our mouths shut and going with the flow is not peace. But you’re not like that. You see something that’s wrong, and you say something about it. I admire that about you so much.

I text a good game, but if being honest with myself, I fall into the peacekeeper category far too often. But Jesus taught in Matthew 5:9, “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.”

The Greek word translated as peacemakers is eirenopois, which is borne of two root words: eirene, which means peace, and poieo, which means to do, make, bring forth, cause, work, deal and perform.

It’s almost oxymoronic, right? Peace is won through an awful lot of un-peaceful activity — by engaging rather than walking by, by saying something rather than staying silent. 

To model one’s life after Jesus is to mimic a man who did not stand down from conflict in the name of peacekeeping. Indeed, He stirred up conflict wherever He went! I imagine Jesus realized that in order to ignite conversations about what genuine peace with God looked like, He would have to rattle a few cages and disrupt the status quo in order to shine a light on its shaky (and sometimes rotting) foundation.

In my relationships, at work, or with something happening out in the world, I have oft eschewed conflict altogether, for fear of looking like a hot-headed troublemaker. It feels easier to bite my tongue, keep walking, or keep scrolling. I don’t have the bandwidth for this, I say to myself. I don’t want to ruin this relationship over this. It would cost too much. It’s too uncomfortable.

Other times, if I’m honest, it feels like it would hurt too much. I think of the passage in Ezekiel 36:26 that talks about the heart of stone, and while I’ve always thought of it as a heart deadened into callousness, I now wonder if it could also be a heart that’s so scared to be hurt again it encircles itself in stone.

Either way, in Christ, we are a new creation, reborn with hearts of flesh. We are to live lives modeled after Jesus, a man of sorrow. His heart was constantly wounded by what He saw us doing to each other, to God. Nevertheless, He persisted in making peace — as should we.

So how do we know when to turn the other cheek and when to raise our voice? When I look at Jesus, it appears that what motivated Him was not merely bringing peace between human beings. Jesus was motivated by the need to reconcile human beings with God, to repair the breach that had opened up in the Garden of Eden. His goal was to bring us to into shalom — a whole, complete peace with our Creator. In every circumstance, Jesus zoomed out from the earthly matter at hand to the God’s-eye view of humanity.

Perhaps that should guide us in our peacemaking. Perhaps we should ask ourselves, What is the larger issue here? How can we bring Jesus, the Prince of Peace, into the chaos and strife?

For me, that means using my voice to speak up but to also pray for those on the other side, those who might curse me for saying what I believe to be right. Praying for those who might come in opposition has brought me great comfort when I feel like there’s nothing more I can say. I pray that their eyes would be opened or that mine would be opened if I am seeing the issue wrongly. When Scripture bids us to bless those who curse or persecute us, it’s asking us to bring God into their proximity. And perhaps the most powerful way we can do that is to pray for them.

When trepidation deadbolts my lips, when fear of being ostracized grips my heart, I turn my eyes to the cross. Here was the ultimate act of peacemaking: Bridging the divide between heaven and earth was so important to Jesus that it cost Him everything. He was mocked, called a heretic, hunted down, betrayed, tortured, and eventually killed. He paid for our peace with His life, dignity, and for a little while, even His direct connection to the Father. If He was willing to pay that kind of price, surely I can stomach a little discomfort.

I look at how Jesus poured into everyone He encountered — fully, honestly, sinlessly — and yet nearly every one of them turned their backs on Him toward the end of His life. And then I look at my life, where I won’t risk even one relationship in the name of truth. I think of conversations about things I knew were spiritually dangerous (tarot cards, psychics, and mediums) where I knew I should speak up, but I just looked at my phone, hoping the conversation would change. I think of the time when someone talked to my child disrespectfully, and I wasn’t fierce enough in my retort to her. I remember when someone I knew posted something I found personally offensive but refrained from talking to her about it lest she’d think I was one of “those” weirdos. Oh man. My heart of flesh needs a hefty dose of courage.

I don’t have many answers for you, my friends. All I know is that we have to get better at peacemaking, at getting dirty and bruised in the name of peacemaking. But I don’t think we can get better without practicing, and the only way to practice is to do the dang thing, step into the fray, speak with grace seasoned with salt, and fly the banner of the Prince of Peace. He calls us His own, and He’s gone ahead of us. We can bear the pain and discomfort of hard conversations if it brings our neighbors even an inch closer to Him.

Episode 19: What Jesus Teaches Us About Long Haul Friendships

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Welcome back to the (in)courage podcast! In true (in)courage style, we’ve got some stories to tell and some real life to talk through.

Today, (in)courage and DaySpring team members Anna and Joy talk their way through Week 5 of the Courageous Kindness Bible study. They share about their experiences with long-haul friendships and their connection to the story of Mary and Martha from Luke 10.

You’ll also hear an excerpt of the Bible study read by author Becky Keife and a selection from the companion Bible study videos! These video discussions feature (in)courage writers Lucretia Berry and Grace P. Cho alongside Becky, and they offer us a seat beside them in the living room as they go through Courageous Kindness together.

Listen to the weekly episodes and also join the discussion in our Monday online study right here! Yep, we’re going through Courageous Kindness both on the podcast AND as an online community, and you’re invited to both. We hope you’ll join us!

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God Can Do Extraordinary Things with Our Ordinary Yeses

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Christmas is a really important season for many businesses both large and small. Sales from this time of the year can make or break the entire year. Then, on top of that, good ol’ social media adds to the pressure because it’s the way many businesses advertise, promote, and sell their products. Our inboxes and feeds are filled with it — especially in this season. So I’m not surprised it all sets my comparison into overdrive when it comes to my work as an artist.

I know I shouldn’t be comparing myself to others. I know better, and I really don’t want to. But if only it were that easy! Unfortunately, I still do because I’m human.

I see other amazing artists, talented creatives, and so many incredible business owners doing well — or at least what I perceive as them doing well — and at times, I can’t help but feel less than. Don’t get me wrong, I’m actually really happy for them. I want them to do well, and I love being able to cheer them on with excitement from the sidelines. But that doesn’t stop my mind from comparing, from thinking they’re somehow doing everything better than me — better art, better ads, better marketing, better social media, better business.

I see them as having and doing more, and I can feel inadequate and somewhat capable. I worry I’m not doing enough or not working hard enough or not producing enough fruit. I feel like I’m lacking in some way — and well, I feel just real ordinary. Too ordinary.

Then, God, in His amazing ways, reminds me about ordinary. He reminds me of the most beautiful example of what ordinary can do. Mary, an ordinary girl, was asked to do the most extraordinary thing — to become the very mother of God. With a heart for Him and with one faith-filled yes, this ordinary girl changed the entire world.

We may feel ordinary. We may see our days and our lives as too mundane. We may feel that God cannot produce fruit through the little we feel like we have to offer. But God doesn’t see us that way. He doesn’t see us as lacking. He already sees us extraordinary. He sees us as a gift. He made us just as we are and uses everything we have to offer for His glory. He chose us to do His great work in both big and small ways, and it’s all important to Him.

God can take our faith-filled yes and multiply it in unimaginable ways.

I know deep down inside that I’m not defined by numbers and sales. I know I’m not defined by social media likes and followers. I have a purpose, and God has equipped me for it. So I continue to give my all to the One who chose me to do the work I do. I give my yes to Him — my heart-filled, faithful yes — again and again.

This Christmas season, may we follow the example of the ordinary girl who wanted what God wanted for her — a heart for Him. May we remember He will use our passion, our faithfulness, and our yeses to do extraordinary things and produce the most beautiful of fruit. And may we continue to say yes again and again!

I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you. This is to my Father’s glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples.
John 15:5, 7-8 (NIV)

The Key to Walking Through Disappointments

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It was June and summer and lovely. Perfect weather. Flowers abloom. The pandemic easing. Colorado sunlight looked bright and shining and glorious. Then, I took a wrong step.

I leaped off the curb in front of my house and — pop! — twisted my right foot and ankle. I sunk to the ground, knowing from past injuries to that same ankle that I was in for a long road to healing.

Oh, little did I know. Before the week was out, that same foot developed gout. Yep, gout — a condition I rarely mention because it’s still wrongly associated with only eating rich foods, which isn’t what causes it. Now, doctors know other causes, including genetics, dehydration, stress, and the list goes on.

Either way, my poor foot — for week after painful week — remained inflamed, swollen, and tender. Finally, after two long months, with summer now waning, I was able to walk without pain and get back into regular shoes. I rejoiced, indeed, to arrive finally at the end of a long but merciful recovery. But what did I learn during this trial?

Seeking God’s Word for insight, I was surprised by His answer: Remember Me.

For the problem? No, but to remember God for His merciful help during all the times that are good and that our well-being comes from Him. Thus, during tough times, it’s encouraging and healing to remember that He is the One who delivers us.

That, I learned, is a victorious way to walk during life’s pains, disappointments, and upheavals. Instead of walking with our focus on the problem, we walk, remembering the God who overcomes them. We recall who God is and the depth of His power. We remember the possibility of His healing and the kindness of His grace. We recount the glory of His promises and when and how He has delivered us in the past.

During the months of healing, I made a mental list, remembering the times that the Lord had turned seeming defeats into merciful victories. But why? To remember that this was for His glory.

That’s why Hezekiah asked for war victory: “Now, Lord our God, deliver us . . . so that all the kingdoms of the earth may know that you, Lord, as the only God” (Isaiah 37:20). Moses taught that lesson to the children of Israel as he prepared them to live in obedience and victory in the Promised land: “Remember how the Lord your God led you through the wilderness . . . For all these forty years your clothes didn’t wear out, and our feet didn’t blister or swell (Deuteronomy 8:2,4). Further, Moses said, “Obey the commands of the Lord your God by walking in his ways and fearing him,” (Deuteronomy 8:6). Then, during better days, “be sure to praise the Lord your God” for carrying you there (verse 10).

A wilderness experience can stir up such remembrance if we allow it, turning our attention from what we’re going through to God’s ability to deliver us from even the worst of it.

My trial time, otherwise, would have been a loss. Wiggling my toes gratefully now, I might wrongly say “I have achieved this (well-being) with my own strength and energy” (Deuteronomy 8:17). Instead, in my wilderness, I got a fresh lesson in walking humbly before God, remembering Him every step of the way — recalling that our well-being always comes from Him. Then, we walk humbly with him.

So, I get up and walk to church. I walk outside to sit in the sunshine. I walk into a photo studio to take an updated photo — smiling wide in it — instead of cancelling my appointment. I recall that in Christ, we can make it through our bad times, disappointments, ankle sprains, a pandemic, and more. Never forgetting who He is, we get up to walk with the One who always goes before us. Then, in Him, with Him, we never walk alone.

The God Who Crosses Waters Goes the Distance with You

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From the Mediterranean Sea to the South China Sea to the Irish Sea, the majority of my ancestors lived by the water. I have always identified with coastlines, and as a lifelong East Coaster, I have always felt like my nearness to water drew me near to those who have come before me.

It’s easy to feel distant. As a person of mixed-race, I don’t like to think about meeting my ancestors. It’s not that I don’t want to know who I came from, but I can’t imagine what they’d think of me. Would I look alien to them?

These thoughts are fruitless at best, harmful at worst. They imply that familiar is inherently better, and they underplay the stark beauty of change, of growth, and of new life.

The water provides a better framework. Instead of reminding me of the distance from my predecessors, the water symbolizes our proximity, our sameness. It is common to us all.

A few years ago I had the opportunity to visit the Mediterranean. From the coastline of Cassis, France, I fell in love with the dynamic blue and green of the water — in such contrast to the flat, nearly grey Atlantic next to which I grew up. And as I walked into the water, I relished in the idea that my Italian ancestors had touched the same sea. A little over a century ago, my great-grandparents would leave the port of Elena, Italy, and arrive in Boston, MA — my home.

I cannot count how many family members had to cross oceans for me to exist. My own father flew across the world for me, and almost every generation up of my family had members immigrating to the U.S. for as far back as I know. The more my mother researches, the more immigrants we find. None of them knew they were in part coming for me, but here I am: the unexpected, the future, the now.

This is God’s heart for me. I am worth centuries of crossing oceans. I am worth every surprise to my ancestors. I am worth God’s love throughout generations.

God has been in the business of crossing waters for much longer than I can trace back my lineage. I remember that, in a body of water not too far from the Mediterranean, He parted the Jordan River for the Israelites to cross into the Promised Land (Joshua 3). What seemed like insurmountable distance was nothing for God’s mighty hand. In the same way, He brought my people across waters, across earth, in a show of great faithfulness and intention. All the while, I was on His mind.

It’s easy to feel distant from the past, but God has gone the distance with me. In every single journey, past, present, and future, He has remembered me. He has looked forward to me. He has made extravagant plans for me. There hasn’t been a moment that the Lord has forgotten me, and there never will be.

This is my prayer for you. I pray that as you read this, and for every moment of your life going forward, that you would feel close to the heart of God, that you would feel like He has gone the distance with you and that He will never leave you. You are worth crossing oceans for.

It doesn’t matter what my ancestors would’ve thought of me — not in comparison to what God thinks of me and how He’s loved me generations before I was born. He has accepted me into His family. Now when I look out into the waters, I still think of my ancestors and how they crossed seas for me, but I also think about how the same God who made the seas and who crossed them with my ancestors, now anchors me.

Courageous Kindness for the Long Haul

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It’s time for Bible Study Monday! We are thrilled to go through our newest Bible study, Courageous Kindness, right here with you. Each Monday we provide the reading assignment, a discussion video featuring three (in)courage writers, a quote of the week, reflection questions, and a prayer. All you need is your copy of Courageous Kindness and an open heart, and we’ll take care of the rest!

Let’s start Week 5, which explores the impact of offering kindness for the long haul.

Reading Assignment

This week, read Week 5: For the Long Haul, on pages 159-194 in Courageous Kindness. Grab your copy and start reading!

Discussion Video

Three (in)courage writers invite us into their conversations about Courageous Kindness! Join study author Becky Keife alongside Grace P. Cho and Lucretia Berry each week as they discuss the readings. Listen in on their conversation about Week 5 (and find all the weekly videos here):

Quote of the Week

Keep this quote in mind as you read Week 5:

We too have the opportunity (and responsibility) to look for ways to invest in others.

– Becky Keife in Courageous Kindness. Feel free to download this quote to share with a friend!

Reflection Questions

In the comments below, answer and discuss the following reflection questions:

  1. Has a friend ever gifted you time or service over the long haul?
  2. How has long-haul kindness helped you see more of God?

Let’s Pray Together

Oh Jesus, what a friend I have in You. Thank You for reminding me of Your love and loyalty through the pages of Scripture and the stories in my own life. Help me to follow Your example of loving others well. Empower me today to live a life of courageous kindness for the long haul. Amen.

Click here to get a FREE week from each of our four Courageous Bible Studies and get free leader resources! Also, tune in each Thursday for a new episode of the (in)courage podcast and hear from (in)courage team members Anna and Joy, and writers Becky, Lucretia, and Grace as they all go through the study right alongside you. Listen wherever you stream podcasts (and find all the episodes here!)

Answer the reflection questions in the comments so we can discuss Week 5 together, and we’ll see you back here next Monday to begin Week 6 (our last one of this study)!

A Squirrelly Lesson on the Necessity of Living by God’s Rhythm

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As a creative, I am easily distractible. Anytime there’s a squirrel, I am captivated. It makes no difference if it’s a shiny new idea or a literal bushy-tailed creature.

You see, there’s a pair of grey squirrels (I’m calling them Laverne and Shirley) who have been playing on my driveway. The other day, from the time I sat down at my computer in the morning until I sent off my last email late in the afternoon, these two cuties spent their day running from the side of our mountain to the swing in our garden, back and forth, back and forth across our gravel driveway. They jumped up on logs, ran in circles, and looked like they were having the most wonderful time. (And yes, I may have sung “Squirrels Just Wanna to Have Fun” a few times while watching them.)

But the ding on my laptop would bring me back to reality. People were waiting on me. I had an article due, an over-stuffed email box that needed attention, and a chapter my editor was kind of patiently waiting on — and those were just the things at the top of my to-do list.

A lot of people relied on me to get my work done so they could get their work done, and I was falling further and further behind.

I’ve spent the last couple weeks telling myself the same things I always tell myself when I’m so far behind:

I work better under pressure.

If it weren’t for the last minute, I wouldn’t get anything done.

I’m more creative with a fast-approaching deadline . . . 

But really? These are just the things I say to justify what has gotten me here — procrastination.

When work is hard, like writing, planning, and deciding, it feels better to work on easy things than to start to untangle the hard, the complicated, or anything requiring a decision.

In another bout of procrastination (because I truly am an expert), I went out to the swing in our garden to see why the squirrels were so interested. I got down on my hands and knees to get a better look. They had dug dozens and dozens of tiny holes in the ground.

I knew I should’ve been working, but suddenly, my life could not move forward without understanding the habits of a California grey squirrel.

It took me way too long (and a lot more distracted time Googling) to realize what looked like squirrel play time was actually our local squirrels prepping for winter. They were gathering nuts and seeds from all our trees and hiding them in holes for when the snow comes. These squirrels, long before they are in need, were storing their winter food.

Now, they are no longer running back and forth across my driveway. They are off doing other squirrel things. They did their work, in plenty of time. Every day, all day, those squirrels were working hard. They stored up what they will need, and they are ready to take care of those around them.

They recognized and respected the rhythm of their lives.

Did God send me squirrels to remind me about having a rhythm for my life?

I honestly came to believe the only way I could be productive was to be pressed up against a hard deadline. I would wait until the last minute and then overwork myself trying to deliver so no one would be mad at me.

I work hard to try to get ahead, but my natural instincts tempt me to do the fun stuff first and leave the hard stuff until last minute. I work well under pressure. And it’s not a problem — until it is.

While I get things done (because I am a people pleaser and don’t want anyone to think less of me), I end up not being a great human to live with. (You don’t need to ask my husband. You can take my word for it.)

Constantly scrambling right up to the deadline is such a shaming way to live. The only reason I’m working so hard, staying up late, and checking things off is fear. On one hand, I tell myself, “I’ve got to get this done so no one will be disappointed in me.” While on the other hand, I look out the window at Laverne and Shirley, thinking, “Wouldn’t it be great to just be a squirrel. Not a care in the world.”

God has established a rhythm. For you. For me. For the squirrels. Even for the ants.

Proverbs 6:6-8 (NIV) says:

Go to the ant, you sluggard; consider its ways and be wise!
It has no commander, no overseer or ruler,
yet it stores its provisions in summer
and gathers its food at harvest.

Despite having “no commander, no overseer or ruler,” this little creature — like the squirrels — is doing the right thing because they know it’s the right thing.

God has set out a rhythm for us — to plan, work, rest, worship, and connect. But when we’re constantly behind, we only focus on the work and all the other good things get ignored. Thank God He uses ants and squirrels to remind us of what is important! Our lives can be full of productivity and peace when we recognize and respect the rhythm God has set before us.

You can pre-order your copy of Kathi’s latest devotional, An Abundant Place, and you will receive her downloadable journal. The journal includes some tools to help you get the most out of your Bible study time and offers some tips on how to create mini-retreats in your own home.

Letting Go and Welcoming This Advent Season

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The angel replied, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the baby to be born will be holy, and he will be called the Son of God.”
Luke 1:35 (NLT)

A couple years ago, my mother gave me an ornament that read, God rest ye merry gentlemen . . . the women are too busy!

I keep that ornament up all year long by my desk. It makes me laugh because it’s so true!

As women, it seems that the joy of the holidays often falls on us to create. Some of us just got done with holiday merrymaking last week with Thanksgiving, and today we dive headfirst into the Advent season. Women tend to be the glue that holds family together, purchasing the perfect gifts and wrapping them, coordinating everyone’s schedules and activities, remembering church commitments, writing the Christmas cards, lighting the candles, planning the meals . . . and the question is, when do we enjoy our silent nights?

We don’t want to remove anything from our to-do lists, and friends, that is really okay. The items on our lists are there for a reason, and especially after the last few years we’ve had, it’s fine for the tasks to stay. Often, keeping and completing them means that the people we love will have a beautiful holiday season — even if it means we burn our candle at both ends to make it happen.

But sometimes, it’s simply too much.

In addition to the usual holiday festivities, two of my kids have birthdays in November and December. This adds a couple more major events to keep track of during an already full season. One year, my brain and task lists were over full, and it was just too much for me to think about sending Christmas cards.

Before then, I’d never missed a year of sending cards out. I love cards. I have a Christmas card spreadsheet (which, if you know me, is completely unsurprising.) Even when I had each of my holiday season babies — my daughter right before Thanksgiving and my son right before Christmas — I managed to send out Christmas cards. I mean, they doubled as birth announcements and went out after New Years, but technically I got them done!

But that one year, everything just felt like too much. So I didn’t do cards — even though we had great updates for a Christmas letter and we had new family pictures. And you know what? I didn’t even really miss them. I wasn’t upset or disappointed, and neither was anyone else. Taking the cards off my list freed up time, money, and brain space, and it was absolutely the best choice for me. The late nights I would’ve spent addressing, stamping, stuffing, and sealing envelopes, I popped popcorn and watched a cheesy holiday movie in front of the fireplace. I used the time I would’ve spent scrolling card options online to wrap gifts, setting them under the tree nice and early. And the money I would’ve spent on beautiful cards and stamps, I spent instead on a few extra gifts for our church angel tree.

Then the next year when my brain and schedule were clearer, I sent the cards again, and I did so with joy — largely due to the break I’d taken the prior year.

Friends, as we enter the season of Advent today, I ask you: What do we need to take off our plates in order to let our hearts breathe?

When do we pause to enjoy this time of Advent?

What must we loosen from our grasp so that we may instead grasp that which makes Christmas what it is — a birthday celebration of the highest importance for a baby born holy? Is it the cards or the annual open house we host? Is it bringing two dozen homemade cookies to the preschool pageant or traveling out of state for the holidays?

Whatever your “it” is, you can let it go for a season. You have permission to break tradition in order to maintain your focus. Taking a breather doesn’t mean you’ll never do “it” again. Taking a breather simply means you’re making space for what matters most, living into your top priorities, and taking time to breathe. Rest. Enjoy. Remember the reason for the celebration.

Let’s only keep the things that matter most on the list and let go of all the rest.

Lord, above all, we praise You. This is first and the best way to prioritize — to think on what brings You praise and glory. The rest can fall to the wayside. We love You first, Lord. Help us loosen our grip so that we may grasp Your hands. Amen.

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That Time Jesus Restored My Vision

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The morning after I had hip surgery, my husband gotme set up on the couch with water, breakfast, ice, and my meds. I was so thankful the anesthesia hadn’t made me actively queasy (if you know what I mean). I was groggy but my pain levels were well managed. I was ready to put months of discomfort and limitations behind me and start this road to recovery!

As I slowly ate a piece of sourdough toast, I grabbed my phone to answer some text messages. But I couldn’t read anything on the screen. I must still be pretty out of it and forgot to put on my glasses. I was about to ask one of my kids to bring them to me, when I realized I was wearing my glasses. Were they smudgy? Ultra dirty? I cleaned the lenses with my shirt and tried again. I still couldn’t see.

Something was wrong.

I took my glasses off, and I could kinda sorta make out the words on my phone. I looked up, and I couldn’t see across the room. Glasses back on and I could see a short distance away, but it wasn’t crisp like normal. I glanced down, and my head started spinning. Something was definitely wrong with my vision.

Turns out, I may not have puked coming out of the anesthesia, but I was suffering a much rarer, more severe side effect. I had pictured being laid up on the couch as the perfect opportunity to relax and work. I could catch up on emails, make progress on a writing project, read a novel, and watch movies with my family. Except all those things required being able to see.

My ability to calibrate between seeing near and far was seriously off. I typically wear glasses or contacts full-time, but now they only made my vision worse. The lack of visual clarity was creating waves of low-grade nausea and a piercing headache.

As each day passed, I was getting more behind on work, feeling less rested, and more anxious.

By the time Saturday rolled around, I was struggling. Big time. My doctor had said that the disturbance to my vision should wear off in a few days. But now that I was facing day six of a massive headache and nonstop nauseous, on top of the regular recovery stuff, I was feeling severely discouraged.

I had told a few friends what was going on, but as I rubbed my throbbing temples and steadied myself against the kitchen counter, I knew I needed to reach out for more help. I blinked hard and tapped out a prayer request on Instagram along with an offer to pray. Surely I wasn’t the only one suffering. Admitting my place of need and making space for others to share theirs felt like a good step forward.

The next morning my husband asked if I felt up for going to church. “No, but I want to go anyway,” I told him.

When you’re feeling terrible, there is something helpful about putting on pants with a button and a little makeup and hobbling outside your four walls. Plus, my heart needed to worship. I needed to stop thinking about what was out of whack with my body and start focusing on what was right and steady with God.

As soon as the first worship song started to play, a lump rose in my throat. A lump of weariness for the long road of injury and healing. A lump of gratitude for all the ways friends and family had stepped in to care for me and my guys. A lump of tension because it’s hard to be a doer sidelined from doing.

My leg started to ache from standing, so I sat. Closed my eyes. Opened my hands. It was then that the worship team started to play “Tremble.”

Jesus, Jesus, You make the darkness tremble
Jesus, Jesus, You silence fear
Jesus, Jesus, You make the darkness tremble
Jesus, Jesus

Tears slid down my cheeks as I silently named all my fears.

Jesus, I’m afraid my vision is going to be permanently altered. I’m afraid this headache and dizziness will prevent me from doing my job this week. I’m afraid I’m falling behind. I’m afraid I’m failing.

In my mind’s eye, I saw Jesus’s hands wrapping around each fear. My eyes were still closed, but I felt the light rushing in. I was surrounded by people, but it was like Jesus and I were the only ones there.

Jesus, I’m afraid, but I trust you. Jesus, I surrender these fears to you. I don’t want to hold them anymore. I release today and tomorrow into your hands. You hold it all anyway. Jesus, Jesus. Jesus, Jesus. I love you. I receive Your love.  

The song ended, and the pastor took the stage. I hadn’t brought my Bible like I normally did — crutches make carrying things tricky. So I pulled out my phone, clicked on the Bible app, and brought up the passage. I started reading along. Then I realized I was reading along! With my glasses on! I looked up at the screen and I could see. I took my glasses off and everything was fuzzy — like it used to be! I put them back on and read the paper bulletin in my hands and looked up and could see a friend on the other side of the sanctuary.

I turned to my husband. “I can see!” I whispered.

“What?”

“I can read my phone! And I can see far away. My vision is restored!”

Now the only thing blurring my eyes were tears of awe and gratitude.

Friends, I know God doesn’t always bring physical healing. I know you might have asked people to pray for your restoration and the answer you’re hoping for hasn’t come. I don’t know why God chose to meet me in that moment and make my sight clear. More than a decade ago, God led me to adopt Psalm 9:1 as my life verse. It says, “I will give thanks to the Lord with my whole heart; I will recount all of your wonderful deeds.”

So, today, I am delighted to tell you of His wonderful deed for me. Today, I am thankful to the Lord.

The one thing I do know is this: Jesus makes the darkness tremble. There is no valley too dark or pit too deep for the redemptive love of God to reach. You do not have to carry your burdens and fears alone. Jesus is with you. Jesus is with you.

Jesus is with you.