ENCOURAGE - EQUIP - EMPOWER
IT STARTS HERE.
Several years ago, I walked into Willowdale Chapel on a Wednesday morning for my first experience with women’s Bible study. At the time, I was not yet a believer in Jesus Christ and not sure what I was getting into. As I aimlessly walked around looking for the woman who had invited me to Bible study…
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A little over six years ago, I was blessed with delivering two healthy identical twin boys. Unfortunately, a few days later, my son Dylan was admitted to the NICU for issues with breathing and blood sugar levels. During that time as I was alone in my hospital room with my other son Kyle, he became a little fussy. I knew I was unable to stand up to rock and soothe him as my C-section incision was still tender.
Of all the things God is none of it matters as much to me as His faithfulness. If He is love, but not consistently love, He is less than perfect. If He is just but not always just, that is terrifying. If He gives grace but is not forever gracious, my relationship with Him will be based on fear and self-righteousness. In all these things, His faithfulness is the thread that binds them all together for His glory and our good.
As I sit here in my cozy spot in my kitchen, I look outside at the vast greenery and splashes of bright colors from the many summer flowers. But soon those colors will be replaced by the more subtle hues of fall bringing another splendid scene out my window, similar in some ways but different in others. My life is a reflection of these beautiful seasons: so many cherished memories and moments but many changes along the way.
