I too have turned my child over to hard things, and I too have let him cry into his pillow, and sometimes I hate myself for that.
We can analyze and dissect the power of our words all we want – but the essence of faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
We remember other’s words from years ago, words spoken at critical moments, words that shaped us and our view of ourselves and our course in life.
We-the-people are the ones who connect to them, or not. What would it look like if every child in your church had a personal connection to every adult?
In a white country church house with six pews on the right and six pews on the left, I formed my first ideas of God and his people.
My children’s virtue is a good aim. When my children’s virtue is about making me look good, I am in the wrong. From this posture I wrote, but with mixed and confusing motives. I could feel but not pinpoint them. I see there can be a heart that is proud of being broken, a heart that looks at the proud people and is so glad it is not like them.