When someone would hint at taking away what I feel is my liberty, there is a side of me that wants to fight for my right, proving the correctness of my view.
The grieving process can be long, but with God as our source of hope in those dark places, it seems a lot more doable to continue living and reaching people despite our own hurt.
We all dream of an ideal job where we get paid for doing what we love and have fun, good colleagues, and a good salary. One that does not feel like a burden or an obligation. Unfortunately, for most people it is the opposite.
As I stood on the stone steps of Joppa looking at the hoary wooden door, reading the sign that says House of Simon the Tanner’s, I couldn’t help but praise God for this blessing; right where I stood was where God changed my eternity.