Maya Angelou said “there is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
I read this a few days ago, and thought: I think this is the ‘why’ behind my public writing, a.k.a this blog.
I’m not a formal writer. I can be rambly and too-casually-conversational some might say.
Have you noticed the wonder in how Holy Spirit connects dots for us throughout our lives? For me, oftentimes as I read others’ words, He gives me new phrases to help describe inner happenings in my heart and mind. It’s sweet to share shimmers of the gospel throughout our seasons, or our processing externally how God uniquely wired us, or how Scripture awakens and challenges us to surrender more of ourselves or enjoy Him more deeply. Right?
My husband said something a few weeks ago, when I was sharing a few honest observations about my pain. After he righted the lies I was believing, and after he affirmed God’s truth to my tired frame, he said, ‘I hope you feel His love in mine.’
Yes. Yes. Yes.
As Christians, the Bible refers to us as children of God, adopted into His family.
So in Christ Jesus you are all children of God through faith, for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.If you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham’s seed, and heirs according to the promise. Galatians 3:26-29