“Your God seems like a real jerk.”
I plucked this line from a book by one of my favorite authors, quoting an agnostic friend.
I certainly get it. This animosity toward God. The sense that the man upstairs is sleeping on the job while the world goes to crap. I understand how bearing witness to suffering can mess with our long-held beliefs about God’s sovereignty. Is there really an almighty being up there and, if so, is he really standing passively by as children starve, pe
Holed up in my cousin's upstairs bathroom during a family Christmas party, I railed at God. "Why are you doing this to me?" I sobbed. Another year of celebration dampened by empty arms. Hadn't I been faithful? Hadn't I trusted his plan enough? With all the uncertainty of infertility, this question plagued me the most: Is God causing my infertility? And what magic words could I fling to the heavens to get him back on my side? Unfortunately, this way of thinking adds insult to
There's a story of a little girl whose mother caught her kneeling by her bedside, hands clasped, eyes closed, and reciting the A, B, C's. When the girl said, "Amen", her mother popped into the room. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I'm just praying," the girl replied. "But Honey, why are you saying the ABC's instead of talking to God?" "Well," she answered, "I was praying all the letters of the alphabet and letting God put the words together the way He wanted to." I love wor
Perched on his mobility scooter, my Uncle Chuck surveyed the scene. His grandchildren toddled about on the sandy beach under the watchful eye of their parents. I stood on the porch next to him at the cottage on Little John Lake, unable - or unwilling - to jump into their carefree play. Sensing my discomfort, Uncle Chuck asked how my husband and I were doing with our infertility struggle. "O.K.," I answered. "It's just tough, you know." If anyone knew about tough, it was my
I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. -Romans 8:18 You haven't lived until you've heard a commanding female Brit announce that it's time for... "butt kickers". My sister-in-law, Marcee, visited over the holidays and enlightened me to the anywhere workout app called Sworkit (Click here to learn about Sworkit). I've been using the app to sweat out the mid-winter blahs in my living room guided by my trusty iPa