John Griffith was in his early twenties. He was newly married and full of optimism. Along with his lovely wife, he had been blessed with a beautiful baby. He was living the American dream. But then came 1929—the Great Stock Market Crash—the shattering of the American economy that devastated John’s dreams. The winds that howled through Oklahoma were strangely symbolic of the gale force that was sweeping away his hopes and his dreams. And so, brokenhearted, John packed up his few possessions, and with his wife and his little son, headed East in an old Ford Model A. They made their way to the edge of the mighty Mississippi River and found a job tending one of the great railroad bridges there. Day after day, John would sit in the control room and direct the enormous gears of the immense bridge over the mighty river. He would look out wistfully as bulky barges and splendid ships glided gracefully under his elevated bridge. Each day, he looked on sadly as those ships carried with the...
LOVED. SEEN. KNOWN. HEALED. These words have become very important to me. They are words that come to me in prayer often when I sit before God. My prayer life no longer is a one-way conversation where I only examine my heart before God, but it also is a conversation where I imagine how He feels about my coming to Him. He loves it when I come. He sees me when I come and there's now a deep familiarity between us where we can be with each other with or without using words. The simple invitation is just to "Come!"Don't get me wrong some days there is too much talking, there is the shadowy, sinful awareness of myself that can keep me from coming. Yes, He wants us to see and know what is true of ourselves, but in recent days it has been more simple. I just "Come" and hold my heart in all of it's good and bad before Him--the God Who Sees, Loves & Knows. Why is this important to me? I think because for most of my days I wanted this s...
For too long, little girl ... you’ve let them define you. For too long, little girl... you’ve found your worth in meeting their needs and whether or not they loved you. For too long, little girl you’ve stayed silent, hiding and unaware of the sins and even the good gifts I want you to see, to heal and to nurture in your life. For too long , little girl ... you’ve listened to the Enemy’s voice of shame that calls you weak, inadequate and unable. For too long , little gir l... you have hated your body—detaching yourself from it to push down it’s limits & passions. You’ve ignored it’s pain and denied its unique , hope-for -redemption-like beauty. For too long, little girl... you’ve edited your emotions in order to be kind, flee conflict and keep the peace. For too long, little girl.. . you’ve built up others and cheered on their wants and dreams while yours were unnamed, covered and diminished. For t...
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