We had known each other for a long time in church. He had a heart for God, people, and missions, and was fun to be around. Our friends also said that we had good chemistry, so I made the effort to spend more time with him.
I was writing a report at work when I saw the email notification:
“…we are regrettably unable to offer you a place in our entering class…”
A hundred emotions rushed through me as I read the rejection letter from my dream school.
“Did you hear… X and Y got together yesterday!”
“Huh? Since when were they together?”
I noticed lately that this sort of exchange has replaced the “Hello, how are you?” between my friends and me.
I recently talked with my mentor about how frustratingly slow my sanctification can be. Even when I know in my head that something is true, it doesn’t always shape my heart or steer my hands.
For a time in my life, I knew very clearly that God was not good enough for me. In fact, I told God I’d much prefer a husband than Him.
Recently, I had to re-learn what it means for God to be in control of my life. It all began with what happened this summer.
Just about everyone I speak to (myself included) feels that way—that no matter how long we’ve been working, our pay seems never quite enough. “If I could just get paid that little bit more,” we think.
Oft-quoted Bible verses that are personally inspirational, comforting, encouraging to us. But do they actually mean what they seem to say?
Growing up as a second-generation Christian, I was the epitome of a Good Christian Girl (GCG).
I mastered the GCG ritual at a tender age of eight, practising it religiously until it became routine. Read the Bible, pray every day, attend church every Sunday, ace the weekly memory verse—check, check, check.