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Joy is Here

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(This is in NLT, not Amplified. I’m sorry.)

This is a hard season for many.

I feel deeply the weight and heaviness of sin, brokenness, and the overall hurt of living in a fallen body in a fallen world with other fallen humans.

But the pain isn’t meaningless.
The weight won’t crush us.
The fire won’t burn us.
The flood won’t drown us.
The despair won’t destroy us.
The enemy doesn’t have the final say.

Our champion reigns.
Hope is here.
Glory is coming.
Joy is to be had.
Freedom is ours.
Victory is here.

Fix your gaze.
The true and better Aslan is on the move.

“You who fear the Lord, praise Him!
All you offspring of Jacob, glorify Him,
and stand in awe of Him, all you offspring of Israel!
For He has not despised or abhorred the affliction of the afflicted,
and He has not hidden His face from him,
but has heard, when he cried to Him.”
-Psalm 22:23-24

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Is God Enough in the Wilderness?

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The last week has felt a lot like what I imagine the wilderness felt like to Moses and the children of Israel.

I’ve ached for relief from the heat and unfamiliar surroundings that are, ironically, becoming achingly familiar (“Didn’t we pass that tree a few months ago?” “Is that the same hill I tripped over last year?” “Do you recognize that brown spot? We must have seen it before. Oh right, we have.”). For forty years they wandered, making lap after lap around the barren land, complaining about their manna and quail, and wishing for what God in His mercy saw fit to withhold.

Well, hello, insight to Sophie’s heart.  

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When You Don’t Know What You’re Waiting For

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“What do I do, God? What would You have me do in this situation?” 

I wish I could tell you those questions, repeatedly and sincerely prayed, were met with a booming voice from heaven that said, “This is My beloved will in which I am well pleased; go and do it, honey child,” but, alas, that hasn’t happened.

Instead, after writing those questions in my journal, I read Psalm 27 and was met with words that have become as familiar as my afternoon cup of coffee:

“Wait for the Lord;
    be strong, and let your heart take courage;
    wait for the Lord!” -Psalm 27:14

Scripture, man. It’s like yeast: alive and active. It’s like a fog light: searching and exposing. It’s like a sword: sharp and piercing.

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Monday Morning Munch No. 159 – Made for Greatness

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And we’re not talking about another human.

The Olympics are great and I adore every part of them, but even the best athletes were made for more greatness than a piece of plated metal on a pretty ribbon.

Don’t put your identity in anything that will not outlast you. Stake your life on what will matter 30,000 years from now.

 

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Monday Morning Munch No. 153 – How to never let the heart rest

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“Most of us go through life praying a little, planning a little, jockeying for position, hoping but never being quite certain of anything, and always secretly afraid that we will miss the way. This is a tragic waste of truth and never gives rest to the heart.

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Monday Morning Munch No. 138 – Brokenhearted but not broken

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“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted
    and saves the crushed in spirit.
Many are the afflictions of the righteous,

    but the Lord delivers him out of them all.
He keeps all his bones;
    not one of them is broken.”
Psalm 34:18-20

Your heart may be broken,
your spirit crushed,
but you will not be.
Not because of you but
because
Jesus was broken in
your place.

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The one where I talk about writing

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“I want to write always,” I texted one of my friends a couple weekends ago.

“You were created for such,” they responded.

They probably don’t know how much those five words meant, how deeply they penetrated my crusty heart or how much resistance they would have been met with had they been said 15 (or 10) years ago.

Flashback to 7 year old Sophie. The year was 1996, the Chicago Bulls and my dad held my entire heart (except for the part I shared with Columbo. I was a weird kid), and my dreams in life were to play in the NBA, meet Michael Jordan and be a cashier at Kroger.

I repeat: I was a weird kid.

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Obviously I was unconcerned with writing and preoccupied with more important matters. Like fashion.

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Satisfied by…



Not:
Perfect handlettering
Perfect instagram photos
Perfect homes
Perfectly met expectations
Perfect productivity
Or the illusion of human perfection at all. 
Grace. It’s all that satisfies, so let us be satisfied by it (Him) alone.
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