Living Life for Christ Alone

I sat in the doorway of the addition facing our backyard, breeze blowing through the open doorw ay into the unfinished frame of the new room. It was nearing the time I would need to go inside to get the kiddos started on the day, but I knew I needed to pour my heart out to God first .   As I sat there, the words spilled out, emotions rising, feelings intensifying. This week was another week of challenges to our family –one after another, it seemed. I say another week because it is one in a long line of weeks, or even months of challenges, tests to our faith, and more. I told my F ather all about it, but the more I spoke, the more I wanted to stop, because the emotions I was having about it all seemed so... wrong.   But I knew He was beckoning me to pour it all out.   I began to speak the words of Psalm 42 to God...   “My soul, why are you cast down? Why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God! ...Oh God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore , I will ...

"For we have not an High Priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities..." (Heb. 4:15) When I do not understand myself, Jesus  still  understands me.

Today, I want to talk about death...  Many of you read that, and whoever was sitting nearest you heard a sharp intake of breath.  No, I am not talking about physical death.  I'm talking about a different kind of death. I alluded to it in my last post, but I must talk more specifically about it, since I myself have been meditating on it more in depth, and praying about it, and seeking to apply it to my own life over the past week.