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This is one of my best friends’ babies. In her hands is a custom order from someone who’s friend lost her son to suicide last week. A son who was this age once. A son who was fiercely loved and valued and squeezed tight. A son who will always be their baby. My heart cannot fathom the overwhelming grief. Our only hope? To lift our eyes to the One who is our help in every season and situation. Jesus, come quickly.
It seems the Lord is teaching me a deeper (more experiential) meaning of what Paul talks about when he describes servants of God as “sorrowful, yet always rejoicing” (2 Corinthians 6:10a). • You see, there is so much good happening. So much joy, provision, and depth of community. So many doors opening. So many opportunities to minister and be ministered to. So much love and humility and grace and kindness and care that it has made me—quite literally—cry into a plate of chicken and waffles from the mercy of it all. • These scattered beams can only be explained by the Lord, who is dropping joy bombs and grace explosions all around. • But it’s not all chicken and waffles. • (Link to blog post in profile ❤️)
“All in all, it was a never-to-be forgotten summer—one of those summers which comes seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going—one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends, and delightful doings, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.” -L.M. Montgomery
“[It is] as if [David] had said, Separated from God I am nothing, and all that I attempt to do ends in nothing; but when I come to Him, I find an abundant supply of strength. It is highly necessary for us to consider what we are without God; for no man will cast himself wholly upon God, but he who feels himself in a fainting condition, and who despairs of the sufficiency of his own powers. We will seek nothing from God but what we are conscious of wanting in ourselves. ...the reason why God is represented as a portion is, because He alone is abundantly sufficient for us, and because in Him the perfection of our happiness consists.” -John Calvin, on Psalm 73:26

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Monday Morning Munch No. 85 – A Letter to My Soul


(The following is an unedited prayer based on Psalm 16 from April 9, 2014)

Dear Soul,

You have no good apart from the Lord. The holy, blameless Lord who created you, redeemed you and is even now crafting you more and more into the image of Jesus Christ. Take refuge in Him and Him alone, Soul, for the sorrows of those who run after another god multiply. That relationship or acceptance or validation might look enticing, but it never returns its promises in full. Only Jesus does that.

Soul, put your hope in the Lord and in Him alone. Delight yourself in Him and in His body, the church. He is your chosen portion and cup. Whatever He chooses to put in that cup is up to Him but by His grace do not try to force anything in that cup that doesn’t belong.

Wait for the Lord. His promises are good and His ways are steadfast and sure. He has a beautiful inheritance for you. Be faithful to the work to which He has called you and trust His hold on your life.

Bless the Lord, Soul, for He shepherds your heart and gives you counsel. He leads you in both day and night and when the sun is hidden, it is He who lightens your darkness with the pure blaze of His glory. Set the Lord before you and you won’t be shaken. Place Him at your right hand and your heart will be glad and your whole being will rejoice.

On top of that, you will experience the security you’ve always longed for. He won’t abandon you to hell and He won’t allow corruption to pass before your eyes.

Rest in His Truth, Soul. Rest and be revived. He makes known to you the path of life and in His presence there is fulness of joy. Did you catch that, Soul? No shortage, just complete, full joy. At His right hand are pleasures forevermore. Soul, find your true satisfaction, hope, security, love and joy there. You won’t find it anywhere else.

Anything else you might find is cheap imitations that are fleeting and meaningless.

Oh my Soul, praise Him for He is Thy health and salvation.

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