Till We Are Home

 For in this tent we groan, longing to put on our heavenly dwelling. ~2 Corinthians 5.2

  • The Eyes of Ecclesiastes

    Last week would have been my youngest daughter’s 18th birthday. There’s something about those milestone dates that bring an extra level of sadness and sorrow. 

    Four birthdays of hers have happened without her here to celebrate. 

    Though we make attempts to find ways of redeeming what we’ve lost, we’d all choose to have her here with us. We’d all choose to wake up and give her the biggest of birthday hugs and kisses. We’d all choose to find last minute gifts to wrap for her. We’d all choose to hear her exuberant expressions of delight when she unwrapped them. We’d all choose to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to her, watch her blow out all her candles, and see the sparkle in her eyes and the dimple in her cheek. 

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  • The Scream of Lamentations

    Last week I wrote about the blazing center of hope for those who are hurting in the book of Lamentations. We hear of Jeremiah’s incredibly difficult experience watching Jerusalem and its people suffer greatly, even hearing of his own personal afflictions. The heaviness we find in this book and the images of extreme suffering are hard to work through. Yet, the Lord offers so much help to those who endure their darkest of days with words that offer understanding and hope. 

    But, I don’t think Lamentations stops there.

    No, instead, I think the book of Lamentations offers much, much more. 

    The book of Lamentations screams not just an offer of help to those in extreme seasons of sorrow, but it screams of our need for a Savior. 

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  • Amid Seasons of Great Sorrow

    When darkness rolls on you, when it washes over you like a storm, when it hits you out of nowhere, where do you turn? How do you react to the trials and tribulations of this life? There are small storms that seem to wave over us like the breeze ruffling our collar. Then, there are the gusts that smack us against the wall and pin us there until who knows how long.

    In those seasons, in the storms that roll over us in hurricane force, what can we do?

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“I have learned to kiss the wave that slams me into the Rock of Ages,”

— Charles Spurgeon

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