Disentangle from the daily and re-anchor in the Divine.
Amidst all this power and beauty I was chastised. Who am I to stand by the sea and clamor for alteration of the agenda? I can at most catch a glimpse of what God is accomplishing and sustaining. The breadth and width and depth of His orchestration is far vaster than the piddling musings of my imagination.
We are really sea monsters, ready to roll in the mud of our own making, crushing the people we were created to serve.
Transformative conversations with God pave the way for transformative conversations with others.
We are accountable to what we know. This thought sends a shiver through my spine having grown up as an eager pastor’s kid and a voracious reader.
Humbling is God’s act of mercy on our behalf. Of course, it doesn’t feel like it. It feels like pain and humiliation. But all that mortification reveals an opportunity for transformation.
It’s not only a fallen world that infects us with sin, it’s a fallen self.
Moses demonstrates that we are never too old or too far gone to become better friends with God.