It's not for the gaping wound of pride but for the small cuts and scrapes of pride that I need to have regular check-ups with the Divine Physician.
Plants bloom at different times. If every plant bloomed at the same time, we'd never be able to constantly enjoy the beauty of flowers. So, too, our lives bloom at different times, and I think in His infinite plan of love, God designs it that way so we can always have moments of joy, even in the midst of tragedy.
Instead of requiring high school students to read The Diary of Anne Frank, the United States could have served as asylum for her. Are we denying asylum to the Syrian Anne Frank?
Journal 33 was the first person I had seen pray faithfully despite suffering, despite probably hearing "no" to her prayer requests.
We are at Jesus' disposal. If He wants you to be sick in bed, if He wants you to proclaim His word in the street, that's all right, everything is all right. We must say, "I belong to you. You can do whatever you like. " And this is our strength, and this is the joy of the Lord.
He didn’t care that I had some holiday weight hanging on my hips, unwashed hair up in a haphazard bun, and no make-up on. He didn’t care. I was there, and I was doing my best to love him. That’s all he wanted.