Uncompromised

  I See You When God's Love Doesn't Look Like We Expected I see you. I see you showing up when you would rather stay in bed. I see you smiling in the church lobby while carrying something no one in that lobby knows about. I see you praying the same prayer for the hundredth time, wondering if heaven is still listening. I see you sitting with a diagnosis you didn't ask for, a marriage that feels harder than it should, a child who is struggling, a dream that quietly died, or a hundred small griefs that piled up until they became one very heavy thing. You are doing the hardest kind of faithful. The kind no one applauds. The kind that just keeps going. And somewhere in the middle of it, you have probably whispered a version of this prayer: "Lord, I know You are good. I just don't understand what You are doing." Friend, I want to sit with you here for a while. Not to explain your pain away. Not to hand you a verse and walk off. I want to open Scripture with yo...

I have to confess, between my husband and me, I’m the impatient one. I like things to happen fast, right now, if possible. I easily get restless when I don’t see progress, even if it’s small. That’s why I’m constantly challenging myself to keep moving, even if it’s just something like filling a trash bag with things we don’t need. Stagnation? It drives me nuts. I am, without a doubt, a big work in progress. The last few months have been a real rollercoaster. We started off busy, there was so much to do, so many places to go, and then, suddenly… everything slowed down. It wasn’t that things stopped completely, but they just crawled along at such a slow pace. My impatience can be overwhelming at times, and I know it could drive my husband crazy. But thank God for his patience and for the way he always knows how to comfort and encourage me. Still, the "not yet" moments are hard to accept. And then there’s our cat, Moe. As I’ve been observing him, I realized how much I have in co...