Where God's Word Meets Our Mess
Honestly, I enjoyed being homeschooled. I liked hanging out with my family, working at my own pace, and being taught by my mom. I enjoyed going to homeschool groups, meeting other homeschoolers, and staying in touch with them. But maybe you don’t enjoy being homeschooled like I did.
When I watched Breakthrough, I almost cried—multiple times. The entire movie felt like an emotional rollercoaster, but maybe that's what made it so powerful. It was incredibly well-made, and I definitely think that it's worth watching, especially if you're in a season of waiting.
Sometimes, we read Scripture and wonder what we're supposed to learn by reading it. But other times, God gives us a lightbulb moment. And last week, God turned the lightbulb on in my mind. The Scripture passage about our spirit being willing but our flesh being weak (from Matthew 26) finally made sense to me.
Part of this poem comes from a song that I wrote with my younger sister years ago. I've added to it and changed some of the words, but they're based on the biblical accounts of Christ's death. I hope that this poem is as an encouraging reminder to you that Christ died for us—and for everyone involved in His crucifixion—not because we deserved it but because He loves us with an immeasurable, everlasting love.
Unfortunately, insecurity is just a part of life. There’s no way to avoid it or delay it. We can’t expect it to go away when we get older, and we can’t better ourselves so that we no longer experience it. It’s simply a consequence of the Fall when Adam and Eve sinned in the Garden of Eden. But there is something significant that you should know about insecurity that you've probably never heard before.
Honestly, I could spend hours alone, enjoying the peace and quiet. Interacting with others can be enjoyable, but it’s also exhausting. Thankfully, I can escape to my room or my car or my dorm room when I need a break from people. I can be completely alone there. But honestly, being utterly alone can quickly become utterly dangerous.
Then all I can do is wait until I hear back from the next publication. Stay in my current season of life and busy myself with other activities. Rest in the fact that God is still in control and that He sees my disappointment. But society would tell me to do exactly the opposite.
Every week, she sat at the church piano and played beautiful music as the congregation sang along. She didn’t demand attention or praise, but without her, it would’ve been difficult to worship during services. For weeks, months, and years, she served faithfully. But I don’t know if she was thanked for her service.
Sure, I do my quiet time. I actually do sit down with my Bible, journal, and colored pens. But I rush through my devotions. I don’t set my alarm early enough. I hurry off to class without even praying. I suppose it's not surprising that God seems so far away.
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