Easter 2020 Reflections of Mark 14:36 "Abba, Father," He said, "everything is possible for you. Take this cup from me. Yet not what I will, but what you will." Jesus asked for a different story. And He submitted to the story that needed to be done. God's will be done. This is my charge. In this season of lent and sacrifice and hard pressed focus, I'm reminded of some deep truths. God is in the midst of writing my story. It's not the story I necessarily want. Yet it is mine. From Him. That is intimate and detailed and personal. My response needs to be that of trust and hope. Trust His hand even though it looks confusing, defeating, and pretty sad sometimes. Hope in the big plan. His big plan. I hope for something more and I trust his provision in the waiting. I am made for something more. Eternity. I'm grateful for this life. It is a carefully thought out story. It's not haphazard or incomplete. It is full and unexpected in suc
Under the Waves Lately I've been finding my equilibrium only in my quest to know who Christ is. Not just reading about Him but reading and then asking questions. Not just gathering information but gathering information and investigating what it's saying or describing or bearing witness to. Not just studying but studying and then sitting back to absorb the blaring reality. I'm off kilter when I'm tunnel focused on getting through or grasping desperately for a bit of truth I can immediately apply. I'm scrambling and struggling to find my footing and form something solid to steady my floundering mind. Enough of this. I want to be stable. I want to be steady. Be still. Rest. Crave the knowing. Fixed seeking. These things fasten my thoughts and halt the reeling. These things give grounding for choosing calm, ensuing triumph in the middle of chaos. Questions don't need to override answers. Fear doesn't need to display a jagged response. Calm. Grounded.