Posts Tagged "pain"

Everything Happens For A Reason?

Everything Happens For A Reason?

“How can it be possible that everything happens for a reason?  Some things are too painful!”  Has a hurting friend ever said this?  How did you respond? “In your hearts revere Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have.” 1 Peter 3:15 As Christians, our hope isn’t based on feelings and...

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Ok, God, I’m Listening

Ok, God, I’m Listening

Prayer with a friend stopped short when I received a call from the school secretary saying, “Justin was in an accident during gym class.” Racing for the soccer ball in a one-on-one game against time, my eleven-year old collided heads with another boy. Arriving at the nurse’s office, my son lay flopped on her bench with an icepack to the back of his head, eyes glazed. The doctor said he...

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Redeeming Sensitivity

Redeeming Sensitivity

Susan Delaney was mad at herself.  After a misunderstanding with her coworker, she willed her voice and face to stay intact.  But she lost the battle.  As she stood in his office, her eyes misted and her lips quivered. With no turning back, she wondered, will he understand?  In light of his knowledge about her current stress, she guessed yes.  When she first got the job, Dan reminded her of...

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Prayers for the Undeserving

Prayers for the Undeserving

“A new command I give you: Love one another.  As I have loved you, so you must love one another.” John 13:34 As I have loved you. You must love one another. Quite the request, Lord.  It was in your heart all along, wasn’t it?  “Love my people.  Do unto others.  Feed my lambs.” It’s a breeze to love you, Lord, so perfect and kind.  But people? Even the best pastors, leaders,...

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A Time To Die?

A Time To Die?

Leaves litter the ground, reminding me how seasons bleed, one into the next, as quick as a blink, while God waits for us to catch new vision. I kick back on the swing, crunching my feet in fresh crisps of color as I mull over memories of my dear Aunt Shirley.  How strange I can’t call her anymore. As sudden as a Minnesota temperature drop, her brain aneurism leaves my own brain reeling. I...

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