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Trying to reconcile everyday life with the overwhelming pain in the world
I’m not sure even where to start. Emotions have been in turmoil. Peace has been found. Heart has been shredded. Plans for selling our house and moving have hit some roadblocks that we are still navigating. It took a couple of days to bring myself back to a place of trusting God that He has a plan in all of this and staying at peace. Throughout my disappointment, anger and warring emotions, I had flashes of guilt that I was so upset when I still have a roof over my head- a house that may be small by the standards that I measure by but is a palace compared to…
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Trying to reconcile everyday life with the overwhelming pain in the world
I’m not sure even where to start. Emotions have been in turmoil. Peace has been found. Heart has been shredded. Plans for selling our house and moving have hit some roadblocks that we are still navigating. It took a couple of days to bring myself back to a place of trusting God that He has a plan in all of this and staying at peace. Throughout my disappointment, anger and warring emotions, I had flashes of guilt that I was so upset when I still have a roof over my head- a house that may be small by the standards that I measure by but is a palace compared to…
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Comfort
As I curl up in my cozy warm bed while a storm blows outside, I’m overwhelmed at the thought of the homeless in my city, the displaced in Nepal, the refugees around the world escaping war and disease, the incredibly poor. My mind cannot fathom why I have this comfort and they don’t. There are so many people, children dying from starvation right at this moment. I’m full and my fridge is overflowing with leftovers. What is so special about me? I am reminded to be so grateful for what I consider basics. My comfort also becomes a trap, though. How easy is it to stay in my safe bubble…
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Comfort
As I curl up in my cozy warm bed while a storm blows outside, I’m overwhelmed at the thought of the homeless in my city, the displaced in Nepal, the refugees around the world escaping war and disease, the incredibly poor. My mind cannot fathom why I have this comfort and they don’t. There are so many people, children dying from starvation right at this moment. I’m full and my fridge is overflowing with leftovers. What is so special about me? I am reminded to be so grateful for what I consider basics. My comfort also becomes a trap, though. How easy is it to stay in my safe bubble…
Encouragement for women in leadership
