Do you have a plan to practice integrity in 2019?For a long time I had a misconception of integrity as something that’s just innate in people. There's people of integrity, and there's people who take more than 12 items to the “express" lane at the grocery store. It was just that simple, I thought.
I only ask, because here we are just a few days away from celebrating the birth of our Savior, the most significant event to have ever happened, and I’ve realized that I haven’t taken time to properly reflect and rejoice.
“Is my faith dead?” I get frequent updates on my Instagram feed from a friend of mine who splits her time between Uganda, and the United States. She’s an incredible photographer, and posts beautiful photos of her job working in a school surrounded by adorable children. I am both impressed and intimidated by her.
There’s something so wonderful to about the invitation that David gives in Psalm 66:5 to “come and see. ” It’s an invitation to reflect and praise together as we remember the remarkable journey that God’s people have been on.
I love Colossians 3:12 because I feel like it’s one of those loving reminders about first impressions that I need so badly: “Since God chose you to be the holy people he loves, you must clothe yourselves with tenderhearted mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience.
What a tremendous thing it would be if Christians around the world began to pray for Christ's body, the church. And for our world leaders as well, in the same way that Paul prayed for his friends in Ephesus.
Verses like this perfectly illustrate to me why the word of God is depicted as a sword (Eph. 6:10-18): it can be a powerful tool in the fight against the enemy, but can also hurt when wielded without great care.
Do you know anyone who’s notoriously difficult to get on the phone? Maybe somebody who, when you’re trying to get a hold of them, you call their spouse first? I confess, I’m usually “that guy. ” .
Have you ever been behind somebody in line who was making a big fuss? A few weeks ago, I had the privilege of standing within shouting distance of somebody in the grocery store who, I have to admit, was delivering an impressive dressing-down of not just the grocery store she happened to be in, but the larger corporate entity that...
“Look for the hardest decision to make. That’s usually the right one. ” I’ll never forget hearing my dad absent-mindedly dropping that truth bomb on me on a quiet car trip. I don’t even remember the context-but I remember the deep clarity it brought me.