ENCOURAGE - EQUIP - EMPOWER
IT STARTS HERE.
Jehovah Jireh—the God who provides, You know. Maybe she can keep it a secret from some. From her parents, her friends, her children, her pastor. Her husband, even. Maybe she can bury the credit cards in the bottom of her wallet. Stash her passwords in a place no one looks. Keep the lights on and the water running and the table set.
Growing up I always knew that Santa Claus was not real. (Sorry. Probably should have prefaced with a “spoiler alert” before dropping that truth.) But I liked to pretend and had a great imagination, so I would put out my play food by our fireplace with a little note embracing the magic of the season.
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.
She was skipping along, smiling, and searching for the moon. Before I could remind her to watch her step, her feet lost their place and the sidewalk reached up and ripped the skin from her knees. She howled. Using the sleeve of my hoodie, I wiped the blood from the legs of my tender-hearted three-year-old and held her tight.
