The last few months have been tough. Truthfully… the last few years have been tough.
Every year that goes by seems to be cluttered with difficulty and hardship and loneliness and pain. Seasons of loss and disappointment have left my soul feeling empty and shallow and thirsty.
But in the midst of the darkness there is a constant presence of enduring peace that transcends all of my misunderstandings.
Through the fog there is an ever-present light. Through the confusion there is an empowering truth. Through the anxiety there is an eternal sense of joy.
His name is Savior Jesus. My name is ransomed son.
His name is Loving Father. My name is treasured son.
His name is Comforting Spirit. My name is empowered son.
Spurgeon said that preaching with a broken heart is laboring with a broken tool.
I’ve learned that the horrors of discipline rejected are sweetened by discipline received.
Jesus is happy to be willingly dragged into the pit of my sinful places so that he can meet me there and lead me into salvation.
Because you are sons, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, crying, ‘Abba! Father!’ So you are no longer a slave, but a son, and if a son, then an heir through God. Galatians 4:6 – 7
My name is son.