God won’t give you anything you can’t handle.
We’ve all heard that platitude many times. And I used to believe the sentiment.
When I had my first mental breakdown, I got myself through with the idea that I would be strong enough to handle what had happened to me. Continue reading “Is it true that God won’t give you anything you can’t handle?” →
Lazarus died twice.
We’re all familiar with the first time—when Jesus showed up and triumphed over death—and I think it’s a story worth revisiting time and time again. Any time a guy rises from the dead, it’s worth at least taking note. (Especially when it involves Jesus.)
But not until recently—thanks to my ever-reflective husband— did I consider that Lazarus died again. I wonder if he was scared about it: knowing that this time, there would be no coming back. Or was he less afraid? Continue reading “Healing” →
In my current period of waiting and transition, I’ve been wondering about what is next for me. What does the future hold? What will life look like in a month, three months, six?
I’m a planner. I always have been. I like to be in control of my life, certain of what is to come. I guess that’s why life is so uncomfortable right now. I believe God has a plan for me, but I don’t know what it is. And lately, I’ve been telling God just what I want his plan to be. I’d like things to work out perfectly: 1, 2, and 3. I know best. Continue reading “Plans” →