I was talking with some friends recently about how a life spent following Jesus has its share of suffering. Seems like really a lot of suffering sometimes. And it's not the first time this has come up in conversation. A few years ago, a friend and I said these same things to each other, and I went home and started praying for her that day that things would happen in her life that would prove this statement wrong. I prayed this verse for her so much that instead of us associating suffering with Jesus (which sometimes may be true) that we would find joy and contentment in loving him more than we would notice the hard parts. And I believed so strongly that God would fulfill this in her life, and I have watched over the last year as that has really come to fruition. So cool. So I've been thinking about this verse this past week as a reminder of how glory-strength is better than teeth-gritting strength.
don’t resemble anything near free and full of grace. You’re an unopened doll.
Accessories fastened down with rubber bands and hair sewn to the inside of a box decorated with a fake version of fabulous. A promise never kept. A pioneer playing the role of settler. In trying to appear whatever your immediate culture deems ‘right’, you’ve divided yourself and are living in a prison of public approval. If there is a point when all of our secrets are told, then go ahead and get it over with now.
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