Christian. Wife. Mom of 7. Educator. Southern girl in CA. ☕️ Die before you die, there is no chance after. -CS Lewis
San Jose, CA
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Strong faith in a weak object is fatally inferior to weak faith in a strong object.
wsj.com/opinion/the-last-fir… Perfectly stated. We just dropped our youngest of 7-our 'last first drop off,' so to speak-at university. 'The days are long but the years fly by.' So true. God is good and near, and indeed, 'the love is proved in the letting go.' Thank you, @gerardtbaker.
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The truest truth I can tell from my own life story is that Jesus made all the difference. I have told him this so many times. Penned it so many times. And will say it so many times before I see him face-to-face. I know who and how I’d be without him. He’s allowed me to stare that person in the face no few times.
If I have any dignity at all. Any self-respect. Any respect for other others. Any freedom from bondage. Any endurance of love, endurance of hope, endurance of faith, endurance of joy, it’s him.
He has not just made a difference to me. He has made all the difference. This is why I can’t shut up about him. I will never believe that what he’s done for me he would not joyfully and lavishly do for anyone.
Road rage? Prob over a parking space. 🙄
#ValleyFair is one of the few great malls left. Ngl-getting caught in unexplained lockdown that lead to locking us inside for an undisclosed amount of time increased some nerves.
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The hardness of God is kinder than the softness of men, and His compulsion is our liberation. -- C.S. Lewis
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Had Jesus come with a sword to destroy all evil--there would have been no one left afterwards. Instead he came not with a sword in his hands, but with nails in his hands. He came not to bring judgment but to bear it.
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“You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your book?” Psalm 56:8
We cannot weep during the entire course of our sorrow. The body cannot bear it.
But there is a bottle and a book where the tears are kept ever before the Lord.
His compassions never fail.
“To avoid that scenario, park rangers say stick to the trail.”
Or, to avoid that scenario, STAY OFF THE TRAILS.
Duh.
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‘The investment you make in others is never wasted.’
This is love. It requires a level of sacrifice that is neither easy nor glorious, but its ROI is priceless.
‘Love is never wasted, for its value does not rest upon reciprocity.’ -CSL
Great story!
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Lea Lundy retweeted
Worry is not believing God will get it right, and bitterness is believing God got it all wrong.
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Praise be to God.
For nine months, my wife Brooklyn carried our baby boy knowing he was dying. Three months in, they told us he had severe hydrocephalus. Too much fluid crushing his brain. "Off the charts bad," the specialists at Cincinnati Children's said. So extreme they stopped measuring because it didn't matter anymore.
The MRIs were sickening to look at. They said over 90% chance he'd either die right after birth or survive with such severe brain damage that any quality of life was impossible. We had meetings about breathing tubes. About when to remove life support. About letting our son "pass peacefully."
Brooklyn moved to Cincinnati, lived in a hotel near the hospital in case she went into labor. I drove back and forth, working, trying to hold our family together while planning our baby's funeral. On July 8th, fifteen minutes before her C-section, we had another meeting about the breathing tube. About when we'd need to remove it and let him go to Heaven.
Then Charlie came out crying. The sweetest sound I've ever heard.
He stayed in intensive care until yesterday. Now he's home, doing everything babies do. Normal. Beautiful. The doctors have no medical explanation. His brain somehow cleared the blockage on its own, something they've never seen in a case this severe. Nurses with decades of experience kept saying "miracle" and "divine intervention."
Thousands of people were praying for us. Friends, family, strangers, people we'd never met. I'm practical, I believe in science, but I know God was involved in this. I give Him all the credit.
During those endless nights in Cincinnati, I started woodworking in the hotel parking lot just to keep my hands busy, to stop my mind from breaking. Made small toys hoping one day Charlie might hold them. Listed a few things on the Tedooo app where I'd been selling my work, and strangers started buying pieces they didn't need, sending messages saying they were praying for our son. That community held me when I couldn't stand.
Charlie's here. He's alive. Prayer is real, and miracles still happen.
By Amanda Cain
