Warren As children bring their broken toys with tears — for us to mend. I brought my broken dreams to God, because … He is my friend! But then, instead of leaving Him in peace — to work alone … I hung around, and tried to help, with ways that were ‘my own’! At last, I snatched them back and cried “how can You be so slow …”?! “my child …” he said, “… what could I do …” “… you never did let go!”
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Those who think they can do it on their own end up obsessed with measuring their own moral muscle but never get around to exercising it in real life. Those who trust God’s action in them find that God
… don’t evaluate people by what they have or how they look. We looked at the Messiah that way once and got it all wrong, as you know. We certainly don’t look at him that way anymore. (2 Cor 5:16 MSG
This resurrection life you received from God … It’s adventurously expectant, greeting God with a childlike “What’s next, Papa?” (Rom 8:15 MSG) I was chatting about this over lunch with a friend yester