Posted by: Kara Luker | May 9, 2018

Trained by the best

My stepdaughter, Madison, has always been one of those people who love horses. Her mom is too, so her mom and stepdad bought a property with an arena and barn… and a horse named Harry to live there. Much of Madi’s free time in high school was spent taking lessons, competing in horseback riding events and caring for Harry.

Madi-HarryI’ve never been a horse person and probably never will be, but I was fascinated by observing that world. Horseback riding, it seems, is incredibly relational. The sweetest bond formed between Harry and Madi. She couldn’t wait to see him and he whinnied with excitement every time she approached. The more time they spent getting to know each other and learning their craft in relation to each other, the more in sync they became; his understanding of her lead requiring a barely perceptible touch on the reigns or just the slightest leaning of her body. The result was an increasingly beautiful, accomplished and effortless performance… and friendship.

I was thinking about this recently, in terms of God’s leading of us… well, me. Having started out as a wild horse that didn’t want to be restricted or tamed in any way, it’s no surprise that I wasn’t interested in having a harness or saddle put on me or being told where to go. In time, I came to realize that existing only for myself and my freedom wasn’t all it was cracked up to be and, frankly, kind of sucked. What followed were a whole lot of years of time spent with God, building relationship as I got to know Him, learned to trust Him and began to follow His lead. It involved a significant amount of bucking and running and not being very cooperative (thank you for your patience with me Lord!), as well as plenty of missteps as I stumblingly developed understanding of what He was asking me to do.

But do you know what I realized? His approach no longer elicits defensiveness or fear. When I see Him coming, I whinny like nobody’s business. And know with delight that I’ve been on His mind too. While I don’t follow His lead perfectly, I’ve noticed that there are times when the slightest tension on the reigns will turn me in the direction He is leading, even if it’s not where I want to go and even when I don’t understand why. It excites me to see how far I have come! The best thing is that I can now be part of something bigger than just myself. Not a competition, but a mission… to be used for my Master’s purposes, demonstrating His ability and displaying His beauty… getting more in sync with each passing year because I am being been trained by the best there is; the One my heart loves.

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Posted by: Kara Luker | May 7, 2018

In every circumstance

After I wrote my last post, I remembered something about that wonderful experience at the resort. On our first night there, we slept in a cute and bright, but small room. It was what we had paid for and nothing to complain about – except for the remarkably loud group of people in the neighboring room who partied half the night. We tossed and turned, exhausted from the wedding and travel, but unable to sleep because of the noise. Having just read a book called Prison to Praise about thanking God not just in your troubles but for them, I spoke out a prayer of thanks for our rambunctious neighbors who were robbing our sleep, believing as best I could that God could somehow use it for good.

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The next morning, we went to the front desk sharing our concern and asking how long our neighbors would be staying. It was a film crew, the employee conveyed, and they would be there for a week – the entirety of our stay. We probably had a pretty pitiful look in our eyes as we asked if there were other rooms available. After a few minutes on the computer, she said she had found a new room for us, far away from the noise. Our response of relief turned into one of amazement as we saw the room. It was a glorious suite with a sweeping bedroom and bathroom, expansive living area and private deck with a view of palm trees and sea. It was out of our price range, but given at no additional cost. For the rest of that week, my gratitude to those sleep-robbing fiends (but really to God) went from forced to heartfelt.

I realize this sounds like a very shallow, first-world way to apply prayer, but I think God is happy when we practice His ways in whatever circumstances we find ourselves. If we exercise our faith muscles in the small things, like an inconvenient hotel room, they get built up to believe for the big things that really matter. And I understand that we may well have gotten that room without first having thanked God for our troubles, but thanking Him drew my focus to his care for me and His ability to redeem every situation, allowing me a quick escape from the torment of victimhood. I will be the first to acknowledge that the result of this kind of prayer isn’t always an immediate answer akin to a seaside suite, but He will always bring about good if we will trust Him above what we can see.

And holy cow, can I say how much I’ve needed that understanding these past few days? Someone I love more dearly than my own life is struggling with an overwhelming darkness that could significantly alter his. Even though I can’t rescue him, a mix of fear and love has made me want to race in and try. But God keeps speaking to me about the way He uses struggle, redeeming and transforming it into an inexplicably beautiful thing. If He can use the vicious act of Joseph being sold into slavery by his brothers to save a nation from the devastation of famine, and the brutal slaying of Jesus on the cross to save the whole world from its sin, then He can certainly use the trial of my young friend – as well as my own suffering in seeing his pain – to bring about something of great beauty and redemption, transforming our hearts in the process.

So I’m reminded today that God is not only worthy of my prayer, of which I’m pouring out plenty, but also of my rejoicing. He has this young man in his hands and He is working on his behalf. I believe that at just the right time, there will not only be great relief when we get to see the new space he inhabits, but amazement over how much more glorious and expansive it is than anything our human budgets could allow for or even imagine. I think our only response will be heartfelt rejoicing. And when we see the view from that grace-filled place…. all we will be able to say is, “Wow!!”

Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

You intended to harm me, but God intended it all for good. Genesis 50:20

Sing and make music from your heart to the Lord, always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. Ephesians 5:19

I will bless the LORD at all times; his praise shall continually be in my mouth. Psalm 34:1

Through Jesus, therefore, let us continually offer to God a sacrifice of praise, the fruit of lips that confess His name. Hebrews 13:15

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Posted by: Kara Luker | May 3, 2018

An island’s unexpected gift

Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart. Psalm 37:4

My favorite spot

We spent our first week of marriage in a remote area of Belize with nothing beyond our gauzy drapes but the soft sun, groomed palms, and the Caribbean Sea. Surrounding us were the warmest people with glowing smiles who brought fresh towels to our room and pina coladas to our lounge spot by the pool. We rotated through the rain shower, oversized bathtub and jacuzzi, so as not to favor one over the other. We ate local fare at the small restaurants in town while chatting with the owners, or sated our seafood cravings at the beachside restaurants with our new, remarkably wonderful friends. We watched White Christmas on a rainy day, indulged in a good dose of silliness, and made each other laugh. We had adventures too… climbing up the slippery steps of Mayan ruins, using the catamaran in open sea after a 15 minute lesson, chasing a spry kitten around the room at midnight when I’d left the window open for a rainbow photo op. Ah, marriage. Why did I wait so long?

A new adventure

As much of a paradise as it was at the resort, it felt time to move on to the next leg of our honeymoon where we could experience a different part of the country in far simpler, much cheaper accommodations. Our small plane parked on the grassy runway of what we can only assume was the island’s airport, leaving us in the middle of a city John immediately likened to “bad Tijuana.” We wandered down bumpy roads with our suitcases, dodging golf carts and looking for the apartment that would host our stay – an apartment which, of course, possessed no address.  With the help of a local who saw our unobscured need, we arrived safely and were kindly greeted by the apartment’s owner, a Belizean native who bore a resemblance to our then-president, Obama. Together, we climbed concrete steps to the third floor, squeezed our way along the side of the building, and were led to a clean, humble apartment in the middle of the broken down city. There was no TV, one set of towels, and no one to cater to our needs. It was what we had signed up for and yet somehow fell so short of our expectations.

We wandered around aimlessly for a few days looking for somewhere to settle or some element of delight, and struggled to find any. But one evening all of that changed for me. It was after a snorkeling trip on a cool, drizzly afternoon. The wind had picked up on the boat ride back to the dock and I was so cold, I couldn’t stop shivering. My sopping wet towel did nothing to help. A wave of self-pity washed over me as I realized that there was no bath, no jacuzzi – not even hot water in the simple shower – waiting at the apartment. Nor was there a dry towel since I’d used the only other one for a cold shower before our outing.

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The shower that changed everything

We eventually made it back and my gracious husband boiled water for our showers, giving me the first turn. As I sat naked on the chilly tile of the shower floor next to a pot of boiling water, using my mug to get just the right ratio of hot/cold water to pour over my head, I suddenly realized that this was the funniest thing on earth. The full absurdity of the situation exposed itself when I grabbed the only available linen to dry my body – a washcloth that wouldn’t even cover a single cheek.

All the tentative emotion I’d been carrying around poured out into hysterical laughter, like a mighty damn being broken. I’m not sure what John thought of the outburst (probably that I’d lost my marbles), but I had found my delight. I was having adventures with my new husband; experiences to bond over; ones we would most certainly remember. This is when I realized what marriage is all about… not perfectly executed romantic situations (although I’ll embrace them when they come), but God in the midst of us and us in the midst of each other – doing life together and finding our joy, no matter what comes. And isn’t this the way our relationship with God – and with His people – work too? Situations that would have been insufferable alone become times of doing life together, with God in the midst of us and us in the midst of each other; finding our joy in the adventure, no matter what comes.

The rest of that trip was different for me. It wasn’t that the city had gained charm or become my favorite place, but there was a newfound appreciation for whatever we found there together – good and bad. And, from that point on, I had fun. In truth, as we stood on the water taxi to head back to the mainland, I felt sad to go. The island had helped me find what mattered and gained my affection.

In the six years that have followed, John and I have experienced far more wonderful things than a resort can offer and have faced far more difficult things than the lack of hot water or dry towels. As we have invited God into the midst of it all and realized that we are on this adventure together, He has continued to shape the two of us into the one He means us to be. Through the ups and downs, I’ve also experienced a beautiful unity with other believers sharing this journey with me. But beyond all of that, I’ve realized that I am on the ultimate adventure with the One who created me, who will always be there to help me find the joy, no matter what comes, because “God Himself has said, ‘I will never leave you or abandon you.'” (Heb 13:5)

A brilliant promise of good things to come

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Posted by: Kara Luker | May 1, 2018

Welcome home!

A friend of mine with four kids and an incredibly busy family schedule shared a couple stories about her 12 year old son, Riley, this week that made me smile…

He had been dropped off at his house by a friend’s mom, who waited in the car while he stood knocking at the front door. His teenage brother, the only one home at the time, was in the shower and couldn’t hear the knocking. Eventually the waiting mom called Riley’s mom to figure out how to get the locked-out kid inside. She was told with a bit of a giggle that the door was unlocked and he could just walk right in.

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Another evening, my friend had left dinner on the counter for Riley. When she got home, he said he had eaten… but the meal she’d left him was untouched. When asked about it, he said that he had figured it was for someone else and foraged for his own food in the fridge.

I could so easily see myself responding the same in both scenarios, which is probably why I was tickled, but it also got me thinking about a bigger picture. There are some who have stood by the door, longing for entrance into “home” with all of its joy, connectedness, provision and safety. Maybe this has been you; standing on the doorstep, knocking, waiting, wanting to go in. Maybe no one answered and you thought it was locked. But let me joyfully tell you that this home was meant for you and you belong in this family. The door is open and His name is Jesus. There are many houses you can enter at any point in time, but you won’t be able to enter your home – where you truly belong – unless you believe in His name and are saved into His family (John 10:9).

He carried all your shame and sin and loneliness and pride in his broken body on the cross so that you could have life and have it abundantly; so that you could enter in, no longer standing on the doorstep. All this he has done for you, so don’t continue to walk by thinking it’s for someone else while you go foraging for your own meager portion. “If you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.” (Rom 10:9) I hope you will walk through that door, join your family and hear a booming “welcome home!”

A prayer to confess your need for Jesus could go something like this:

Heavenly Father, I come to you asking for the forgiveness of my sins. I confess with my mouth and believe in my heart that Jesus is your Son, and that He died on a Cross at Calvary, that I might be forgiven and have eternal life in the kingdom of Heaven.

I believe that Jesus rose from the dead and I ask you to come into my life and be my personal Lord and Savior. I repent of my sins and will worship you all the days of my life. Because your word is truth, I confess with my mouth that I am born again and cleansed by the blood of Jesus Christ. In Jesus’ name, amen.

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“Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me all the days of my life, and I will live in the house of the LORD forever.” (Psalm 23:6)

 

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Posted by: Kara Luker | April 27, 2018

Liar, liar

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A dream that I had many years ago came to mind the other day. In it, a woman with a malicious grin rolled a cart in front of the bathroom stall I had just entered. As I watched through the crack of the door, I realized that the object atop her cart was a bomb and that her intent – with pleasure – was to destroy me. Adrenaline caused me to fling the door open and charge the cart, just as the bomb exploded… directly into my face, presumably blowing half of it off.

The dream flashed forward a good many years, maybe decades. Being so hideously disfigured made me feel exempt from participating in life; disqualified, if you will. So I was sitting it out on the sidelines, feeling sorry for myself and watching time go by, when a man walked up with a mirror and held it out for me to take. Unable to bear the shame of seeing myself, I refused. Because of his kind eyes and gentle persistence, I finally took the mirror and beheld my image. Shock pierced my mind as I found only a mild collection of bruises upon a face that was whole; complete.

The dream ended there, with the realization that bruises would heal, the understanding that I had been living under a false assumption of truth, and the sense that my future suddenly looked very different.

It’s become clear to me that, in the same way, the enemy has set out to destroy me. It is his pleasure to do harm in any way possible because I bear the image of God (we all do) and he can’t stand to see it. He nearly convinced me to self-destruct. And he used other people to cause some pretty severe damage too. Like I said, he doesn’t care how it happens; just that it does.

Though he (narrowly) failed to take my life, he has been far more successful at duping me into thinking that I have been sidelined – by disfigurements of personality, of ability, of appearance – striking at the way God formed me in a very particular way to reflect Him. Once again, I find a mirror being held up to me with gentle persistence to look into it and see as God sees: someone whole and complete, with bruises that will heal with His touch.

Maybe you are feeling disqualified – by something you’ve done, by something that has been done to you, or even by who you are. If so, you too have been duped by the enemy who hates the image of God he sees in you. When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar and the father of lies (John 8:44)… so his narrative will never be true. But if he can convince you that it is, he has reason to rejoice.

The truth is that none of us have been, or ever could be, disqualified because Jesus gave his spotless life to qualify us once and for all. The wounds and deformities that have seemed deep and irreparable – be they of mind, body or spirit – are not more than a scratch or a bruise in the hands of Him who conquered death and says, “I am the Lord, your healer.” (Ex 15:26) So let us find assurance and courage in His kind eyes to take up the mirror of His Word and Spirit; to see ourselves as He does; that we would know the truth and be set free; that we would live again as we were created to live – as a brilliant reflection of the God who loves us.

A song worth hearing from an old friend, Todd Warren. Let these words from the heart of God wash over you.

“Therefore, brothers and sisters, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body… let us draw near to God with a sincere heart and with the full assurance that faith brings, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water.” Hebrews 10:19-20, 22

Photo credit: New York Post

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Posted by: Kara Luker | April 25, 2018

Now, that is Freedom

A steady stream of poor food choices in my absurdly sensitive body was leaving me moody, tired and craving more poor choices, creating an an off-kilter universe in my household with me at the center. After a particularly dramatic nosedive (I’m pretty sure I scared John that day), I saw the lunacy of continuing to embrace my “freedoms” in this area, even when they felt justified or sometimes necessary, when what I most wanted was the stability and energy to play with my family and love them well.

food-healthy-vegetables-potatoes.jpgThat glimpse, accompanied by a whole lot of grace, enabled me to launch into the past several weeks of putting into my body what best serves it. While it hasn’t made me the Mother Theresa of my household or solved all my problems, there has been a beautiful quietness; a rest from the all-too-familiar spin cycle. The strangest thing to me has been the joy. Not for a moment have I felt deprived. Instead, I feel grateful for the all the good things I get to have and grateful for what they produce.

But this post isn’t really about food. (So please, please don’t feel condemned if you’re not eating well.) What it’s really about is freedom vs. Freedom. The first is the amazing gift of free will that God has given us to do as we please, overriding any and all instructions He’s given in His Word… if we so desire. The latter is His empowerment to live within the boundaries He’s provided, even when it means laying down our right to choose our own way. Lowercase freedom will produce all sorts of results, including fear, bitterness and discouragement; uppercase Freedom will always produce rest and joy.

An example is His unqualified directive to forgive others. We may be earnestly justified to hold onto unforgiveness for someone’s wrongs against us – and we have every right to do so. But it will bind us to bitterness, and believe me, I’ve been there; it produces no good thing. When we choose to yield our right to our own way (often after a prolonged season of experiencing the fruitlessness and frustration of it) and follow God’s lead to forgive, we enter into His rest. As we continue to choose His path, we will find ourselves safe within the boundaries that once seemed so restrictive. We will feel gratitude for the wide open spaces we get to roam once through the narrow gate. And we will experience joy because we were made for it and our Creator, who gave us just the right instructions, knows how to produce it. Now, that is Freedom.

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Posted by: Kara Luker | April 23, 2018

The new is here!

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here! 2 Cor 5:17

New Creation

I had a thrilling train of thought the other day. What if we really are a new creation in Christ? And what if the “old things” passing away wasn’t just a one-time occurrence when we first came to Christ, but one of a constantly renewing nature as we live in Christ? And what if the arrival of “the new” means that we don’t need to battle the old, but only to realize that because it has been superseded by something so much higher and better, it has been rendered completely irrelevant?

I don’t know if this is true for others, but I’ve gotten so easily entangled in assessments of myself based on my experiences; a collection of data that has developed into an identity, affecting everything from the way I view myself to the way I relate to people to my hope for the future. I’m coming to see that anything of the old that we try to cling to becomes as stinky and spoiled as the day-old manna of the Israelites. (Ex 16:20) It is not only failures or unholy attachments that keep us from living in the flow of this new life, but also successes that anchor us to the past, even of yesterday, by narrowly defining us or tying us to our performance rather than to the life of Christ with all of its vibrant, constantly renewing, ever-expanding expression. In light of this, the old doesn’t need to be further analyzed and given credence, but rather thrown into the depths of His love… where nothing but the new can survive.

The best news is that He doesn’t tell us to try to be new, but that we are new. The old has gone. His death on the cross made sure of it. So maybe our whole role in this thrilling venture is to simply ask for His help in believing these truths so that we can start living as we truly are… redeemed and free, forever-new creations of the living God.

 

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Posted by: Kara Luker | April 20, 2018

My new motto

My motto of late has been “do your best.” It may seem very uninspired, but it’s been tremendously freeing since my former, unspoken mentality was “be perfect… which you can’t be (and, may I add, you fall miserably short of).”

Here’s what I’ve come to know. What I want in this life and the impact I want to make on this world can’t be accomplished by natural means. It can only be accomplished by the hand of God working through me. If I acknowledge this from the get-go, it frees me from believing that any amount of effort on my part will be enough. Perfection wouldn’t even be enough, because without God, man – even at his best – is a very small thing with great limitations. But because of these very limitations in “earthen vessels,” we are off the hook to try to accomplish what only God can and we get to “show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.” (2 Cor 4:7)

When God wanted to deliver Midian into the hands of Gideon, his response was “Pardon me, my lord, but how can I save Israel? My clan is the weakest in Manasseh, and I am the least in my family.” God wasn’t deterred. “I will be with you, and you will strike down all the Midianites, leaving none alive.” But instead of beefing up his army and make him feel like the warrior of his dreams, God drastically decreased his army – so that he would recognize his utter dependence on God and so that Israel would not believe that ‘My own power has delivered me.’ In case you haven’t read the story, by God’s hand working through the weakest and the least, “Midian was subdued before the Israelites and did not raise its head again.”

So doing my best means I’m showing up and letting God worry about the rest. It means I’m not copping out when I don’t see how my contribution will make a difference. It means I’m not comparing myself to others who seem to have much more to bring to the table. Like the boy in a hungry crowd of thousands giving his meager amount of fish and bread to Jesus, I’m learning to give what I have, whether it seems substantial or insignificant. And if God happens to want to use me to display His all-surpassing power, then so be it!

 

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Posted by: Kara Luker | April 19, 2018

Therefore we will not fear

In one of my favorite scenes from the Simpsons, Lisa has a nightmare about the boogeyman. Since her mom is away, she wakes up her dad for comfort. Instead of calming her fears, he screams, jumps out of bed and tells her to nail the windows shut while he gets the gun. He then runs into Bart’s room to wake him up, saying “I don’t want to alarm you, but there may be a boogeyman or boogeymen in the house!”, and then proceeds to build a barricade out of furniture and other household items, trembling behind it with his kids. When Marge returns to the chaotic scene, he blames his actions on her for leaving him alone.

It was years ago I saw that episode, but it still makes me giggle whenever I think of it. Probably because it captures a piece of human nature – of me – in such a light-hearted way. But in a less humorous way, I think it also captures the response of many believers in a world that often scares us. We are stewards of God’s kingdom on this earth and representatives of His truth and His heart to nonbelievers, but instead of demonstrating his peace amidst scary circumstances (think of Jesus’ nap on stormy seas as the disciples predicted their demise), I think we often follow Homer’s lead and overreact to the provocation of fear, drawing others behind our self-erected barricades with us. And maybe we might even be tempted to blame God for leaving us in charge of this chaotic place where bad things are happening all around us. Don’t get me wrong. I understand that there are legitimately horrific things happening in this world but Jesus, who told us to expect these things, also said “see to it that you are not alarmed.” (Matt 24:6)

Like a parent can bring comfort to a child’s fears because they see the bigger picture, God – who sees the entire picture – can bring not only comfort and rest amidst “wars and rumors of wars,” but courage and authority to shine light into the darkness. Jesus said “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33) As we stand on that truth and learn to live from the place of deep security no matter what comes, we will find that others are drawn to the God who can impart this baffling peace in the middle of circumstances that should dictate otherwise. We will be able to comfort them with the comfort we have received (2 Cor 1:4), and together say (and know) that “God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging… the Lord Almighty is with us.” (Ps 46:1-3, 7)

 

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Posted by: Kara Luker | April 18, 2018

Turning toward Home

I have one of those fairly dramatic prodigal son stories, spending my freedom and inheritance on rebellion and self-destruction before turning my weary, broken body and empty pockets in the direction of Home where my heavenly Father stood watching and waiting for me. We celebrated together so joyfully, I knew then and there that I would forevermore be a faithful daughter under the roof of my loving Dad.

Except I haven’t been. Because time and time again, I’ve been lured away by lies – some small, some big – and the world’s promises to give me freedom apart from His provision. Though I’ve never again strayed so far or stayed gone so long, I’ve still turned toward empty counterfeits of the sweetest love I’ve ever known.

But do you know what? It’s not a failure I regret because it means I’ve gotten to live the love story over and over, running back home into the open arms of my Daddy who never tires of receiving me and rejoicing over my return. The joy I find there grows deeper each time and makes me never want to leave again; but if I do, I know the moment I choose to humble myself and turn toward home, I will see the unrelenting kindness in His eyes as He runs up the road to embrace me.

This story is for you too… whether you have been the son who squandered your inheritance and ended up in the pig pen, or the son who never left but never knew joy with the Father… whether you are coming home for the first time, or what might feel like the shame-ridden millionth time… whether you are lost and tangled in your sin and rebellion, or are simply believing something untrue. I can’t encourage you enough to turn in the direction of Home where you too will see that unrelenting kindness as your Father runs to embrace you and cover you, His beloved child, with His unwavering, heart-changing love.

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If you have a chance, please give this song a listen. Won’t Stop Kissing by Aeron Brown

 

 

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