A soft-spoken, elderly acquaintance sent me a card. Her handwriting was barely legible, likely from Parkinson’s Disease. “...So few of us will ever identify with the suffering Jesus endured. You have a window into His sacrifice that I’ll never know. He must love you so.” My heart, yes my entire attitude was altered that day.
When chronic pain hits, we might wonder, “How can I have confident hope?”. But I soon learned that this hope comes from drawing ever closer to the One Who gives all hope. That is, Jesus!
God watches us. He sees us. He waits with us for morning. God understands what it’s like, and He sits with us in the pain.
Praise Rising Have you ever looked outside, breathed in the fresh air of God’s touch, and suddenly felt praise rising up from some unknown place inside you? Have you ever seen beauty that takes your breath away or felt another kind of praise...