Life is beautiful. Precious. Awe-inspiring.
But it is also hard. Sin-stained. Broken.
Whether your days are filled with tantrums, toy trucks, and storybooks, or whether they involve demanding bosses, paperwork, and angry customers (or maybe both), it’s easy to get discouraged.
To forget that if you have chosen to place your faith in Christ’s finished work on the cross, your sins have been paid for.
That you have been clothed in Jesus’ righteousness, adopted as a child of the Father.
Often our circumstances and unmet expectations make us feel like we will never measure up. Our focus becomes our performance as a wife, mom, employee, or friend.
Even our relationship with God becomes a self-evaluation.
Am I praying enough?
Did I keep my mind from drifting as I read that Scripture passage?
It causes us to ignore the very thing He died to give us: Himself.
That’s why I write on this blog.
So our focus can be on remembering rather than accomplishing.
Considering who He is rather than evaluating how much I’m doing for Him.
In the Old Testament, the Israelites were called to set up memorial stones, so they wouldn’t forget the God who had cared for them and acted miraculously on their behalf.
Jesus, when He was on earth, challenged His listeners to consider the Father’s care for the lilies and birds. (Luke 12)
My prayer is that the Father would use this blog to remind us of Him, so that we can enjoy Him and His love more fully.
And that we could take time to receive His love, joy, and peace, rather than trying to conjure up those feelings in ourselves.
Will you join me? (Those dishes can wait.)
I’m a wife to shape-note singing Christopher, and mom to Isaiah and Hosanna.
I studied Bible and Teaching at Columbia International University.