I love the shape this new book is taking, and it's my hope and prayer that—through both stories and Scripture—it will encourage many to live for Christ in the middle of their stories, even and especially the hard parts.
The pain experienced in labor and delivery (or the adoption process) is only a foretaste of the particular suffering a mother endures. But I’ve learned something else: God’s Word is sufficient for the particular suffering of moms.
We aren't talking about a wimpy God. He doesn't say "if only" or "I wish I could." Yes, God is able.
How do we help our children differentiate between God and fantasy so that the Christ child we celebrate at Christmas isn’t put in the same category as Santa and his elves? It’s important for our children to know that God is real.
God, who repeatedly declares and demonstrates his love through Christ for his children, acts in our circumstances in the way that is most loving, even when it doesn't make sense or seem to agree with our definition, understanding, or interpretation of love.
God has used John Piper to teach me three truths related to motherhood and suffering that have given me great hope in my sorrow. The first is that we will suffer as mothers. That reality would be devastating apart from God’s promise that our pain as his children will not be wasted. Not only does God offer us future hope; his Word also sustains us in our suffering.
What do you want from the Lord, and what does he ask of you today? Does it feel as if it is too much—or maybe too little?
If you’re feeling discouraged, uncertain, or confused; if you’re wondering how God is going to keep his promises in your situation; if you’re perplexed about what God is doing and why—then remember Jehosheba.
Some nights I wish I could press a magic button and my children would be in pajamas with their teeth brushed and fast asleep...If I’m honest, some days I want to push that button and clock out even earlier...Seasons of parenting—of life too—can be like that.
As I lie in bed, I feel depleted. Empty. Too tired to be articulate or pray anything lengthy, I begin to cast my cares, one at a time, simply and specifically. I imagine a vast expanse of water in front of me...