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I’m in the middle of writing an article on loneliness as a means to drive us deeper into God’s heart and was just struck by the passage this nugget came from. The context is distress and anguish, feeling the grip of death’s crushing pull. Maybe you can relate. But the author of this psalm lifts his eyes above his circumstances and prays for deliverance. He meditates on the character of God; how He is gracious, righteous, and merciful. He remembers what God has done; how He preserves the simple and rescued him when he was flat on his back, hopeless and alone. Then comes verse seven. Circumstances haven’t changed for the author but, then again, God’s worthiness to be worshipped has never been contingent on ideal circumstances. No matter what our lives might look like right now, no matter how uncomfortable or excruciating our circumstances might be, if we have been redeemed by Jesus, we have every reason to “return to our rest;” for the the Lord INDEED has dealt bountifully with us. And He is worthy of our praise and confidence right here. •••• [Also, 1) this is not a staged photo and 2) you should go read all of Psalm 116 for yourself.]
Happy birthday to the best big sister! 🥳 You are as genuine and intentional as they get; you love deep and feel big, and I’m so thankful for your heart and life. 💜 Additionally, I’d like to know how much you were paid to hug me in this photo.
“Do not despair, dear heart, but come to the Lord with all your jagged wounds, black bruises, and running sores. He alone can heal, and He delights to do it. It is our Lord’s office to bind up the brokenhearted, and He is gloriously at home at it.” -Charles Spurgeon
“Theologians who limit the means of grace to overtly redemptive religious practices miss something about the God who speaks without words in the theater of His creation.” -David Powlison

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Monday Morning Munch No. 142 – When you don’t want to remember

when remembering hurts

Remembering hurts.

Memories sting. Nostalgia is painful. Recollection can bite.

Not all the time, of course. But right now? Yes.

My journal is filled with pages of remembering.

Remembering what God has done.
Remembering what I pray He will do (in me, in our church, in my girls, in our country, in the nations).
Remembering His promises.
Remembering victories.
Remembering His faithfulness.
Remembering losses (during which He was just as faithful as during the victories).
Remembering what I wish I could forget.

Have you ever wanted to forget moments? It’s not that you wish they hadn’t happened necessarily—maybe you’re even thankful for the lessons learned during that time—you just would love to stop reliving the moments in your mind? I’m there.

I just want to forget.

But that’s not healthy. And I really want to be healthy.


So what does God do?

He makes me remember.
He makes me face the hurts and bruises, the letdowns and the pain.
He makes me acknowledge the lies I’ve given into, the decisions I’ve made, the consequences that came as a result.

He makes me look back, not to stay there, but to recount His integrity and recall His presence so, moving forward, perhaps I’ll remember that a little faster. 

And, in every pain-soaked second, He makes me remember the Gospel.

He reminds me of:

the One well-acquainted with grief and loss and disappointment.

Hope (the tomb didn’t stay sealed).

joy (deep, real and abiding).

love—the never-will-I-leave-you-or-forsake-you kind of love—that strengthens and establishes your very person.

He reminds me that:

this season wasn’t wasted and that it was not only right but good.

He is my portion, He holds my lot, He fills my cup.

He purges not to injure but to replenish.

He is bigger than my failures and that, because of Christ, He can redeem even those.

He is the Master Editor.

He created emotions, so they shouldn’t be buried but corralled correctly.

He provides every single thing necessary for our highest joy.

every circumstance is a tool in the hands of a loving Father to shape us more and more into the image of Christ (Ephesians 4:13, 2 Corinthians 3:17-18).

He reminds me, through Andrew Peterson and Isaiah 55, that spring is coming and no seed will be wasted.


So I sit and sip hot chocolate (with extra marshmallows) while the snow falls outside my window and let the memories come (soul, forget not all His benefits [Psalm 103:2]).

And peace envelopes like a warm blanket. The word of the Lord will not return void. These branches will bear fruit. The harvest will come (may He find us faithful). Light will win.

He reminds me that He is good and it is well.

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