I am not the master builder of my life. God is.
I pray like an adult with a bulleted agenda instead of like a child who just wants to sit with her father.
Jesus did not deserve to suffer for us, for me, for her, but yet He did without complaint. He left Himself exposed, willingly...Am I not called to do the same for others?
In reflecting on Jesus and His tomb, I cannot help but think of my morning playing Schrödinger's cat with a 3-year-old.
It is difficult to find Jesus in the faces of some of my most frustrating patients... Sometimes, however, it's painfully easy to see Him.
It's hard not to dream of greener grass while you're standing in the brown stuff and to trust that you're not missing out on something.
Jesus desires for me to have good gifts, but ultimately, He cares more about my heart than my comfort.