When courage is snowed under

On this first day of a new week when challenges pile high and courage is small, I’m grateful for grace that speaks into my fears.

“How can You want someone as fearful and weak and sinful as I?”

“Healthy people don’t need a doctor—sick people do. I have come to call not those who think they are righteous, but those who know they are sinners.” (Mark 2:17, New Living Translation)

“My faith is so small. Just big enough to keep bringing the broken bits to you. Not nearly big enough to come fearlessly. How can You use me?”

“For truly I tell you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you.” (Matthew 17:20 New Revised Standard Version)

And so on this Monday morning, I’m grateful for

– Grace that calls us who know we don’t have it all together.

Flash mobs that declare God’s reign over foodcourts and nations.

– Singing along through sobs, declaring his rule over my heart.

– Light born quietly in dark places.

– Sung truth:

“Who trusts in God’s unchanging love

Builds on the Rock that naught can move.”


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