our past does not define us
In the last year, two girls that I know have gone through divorces. The one most recent was especially heart-wrenchingly painful. Two more of my girlfriends have been going through therapy and classes for abuse that happened in childhood. I am continually struck by the fact that these gals will not let their past box them in. They were tricked, misled, cheated, and lied to by those who were close to them or should have been their protectors. But God wins in the end. Their past should not define who they are or what they become.
I have been reading Max Lucado's Come Thirsty this week, and have been reminded of God's sovereignty over the harsh times of life, but I still wince at the pain my sisters in Jesus have endured.
It reminds me of several things that C. S Lewis wrote:
We're not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.
God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world.
I have been reading Max Lucado's Come Thirsty this week, and have been reminded of God's sovereignty over the harsh times of life, but I still wince at the pain my sisters in Jesus have endured.
It reminds me of several things that C. S Lewis wrote:
We're not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.
God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world.