something about love that drives you and makes you want more
something about love that drives you and makes you want more
[Trigger Warning: sexual abuse, Sovereign Grace,] It took him less than 24 hours. When news broke about the tornadoes in Oklahoma, I, like so many others, felt a tightness in my chest. Tears gathered in my eyes. I looked at the pictures and breathed the first frightened, horrified prayer to reach my lips. No. Please no. Then, before I could stop it, an awful thought popped into my mind: Oh no. How long will it take John Piper to get on the radio, TV, his blog, or Twitter to explain to the world that this was God’s judgment on sin and tell the parents who lost children in this tornado that they got exactly what they deserved? It took him less than 24 hours to comment. So far, it’s just been a highly insensitive tweet:
That eight-year-old did not deserve to be gang raped. The people of Oklahoma do not deserve to suffer.
We all know this, intuitively, and yet we let it sneak into too much of our theology.
Learning to love yourself goes such a long way.
Ladies, the saying goes, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder” and the beholder’s name is Jesus.You are more beautiful than you think
T.T
no more games, my heart’s worth chasing after.
perhaps what requires the most courage is the act of accepting who and how you are made to be, not the one that’s “dirty” and “sinful”, but the holy part, the daughter who holds authority when she speaks, who silences lies as she lifts her voice, and the woman who upholds integrity regardless of her past.
but maybe, the thing that requires the most courage is the thing that’s worth standing up for, and often the most exciting one.
And so I remember the nights I felt it was wrong, the mornings I felt it was nothing at all; always backwards for me and never anyone else. But grief, it comes with the night, and joy, it comes in the morning. Maybe this is a great truth that the Lover has given us in all things, not just his own.
Happy Good Friday!
Being in SF takes me back to those days where I was “wild” and more rebellious, but really, I think it brings me to a place of understanding where Jesus was all those times I were “wild”.
He wasn’t far away. In fact, I think that He was even closer. Because if not, how does He manage to relive those memories with me, and sing His love over me as I’m burying my head in tears?
I didn’t become holy to find Jesus. Jesus found me, and then I became holy, and remembered that I had always been loved.
Paul Farmer
