Growing Servants
Watching this boy learning to serve others moves my soul. One day I hope that our boys will be men with a passion for serving their own families, churches, communities, and the world.
Watching this boy learning to serve others moves my soul. One day I hope that our boys will be men with a passion for serving their own families, churches, communities, and the world.
I understand being worried and afraid. Uncertain and alone. Out of my comfort zone. When suddenly the water seems threatening and cold and safe comfort seems far.
Mired in a place of agony, hopelessness, despair? God’s there. Follow him out. You don’t have to get your life together first. You don’t have to pass some holiness test.
I was astonished at how physically “going to Jesus” made a difference in my prayer. Literally going out of my way to seek him made a difference.
There’s a richness here. An abundant goodness. A more-than-enough grace flowing over this family, flowing into our home.
What if we planted a healthy, gospel-centered church near every major Marine Corps base around the world?
I do ask myself the question … what would Jesus do? And I don’t think he’d be raising his middle finger or waving a gun or a misspelled sign and impeding YMCA buses.
The sweet truth is, that in God’s hands, a small amount becomes more than enough.
Do you love Jesus more than you love yourself? Your job? Your family? Your money?
Whenever I want to give up, it’s never the Spirit whispering, “This is way too hard! Better stop.”
Quit hiding those stinky, trashy, and cluttered items in the far corners of your heart and start clean today. God’s waiting.
When it comes to fitness, spot reducing alone seldom produces the results you desire. Spot reducing in the spiritual realm doesn’t work that well, either.