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Lately, I realize that I do not know how to love.
What I do right now. Wondering around in the streets. Sharing a coffee and a cookie with strangers. That’s what I am trying to learn. To learn how to love.
I use to think I know. Though I can see I have a heart of a pharisee.
Time to go to bed..explore on that part later….if there is anything, I need to have more grace, not less. More love, not less. Be more generous, not less.
Writing this post is difficult so that I will lay it out there. I am worried some people may think I am judgmental or imply I am talking about someone. As I don’t want to point fingers at specific people, I aim to keep this post as neutral as possible.
The title is a handful. I often hear preachers compare ministry to running a marathon, not a 200-meter sprint. You have to look at your spiritual life for the long run. You have to be persistent, disciplined and persevere. As someone who ran a few marathons, I often don’t get
Being 40s is an interesting season. I am now seeing my girls growing up. I am seeing my parents growing old. And I also realize that I am growing older. The general belief is that younger is better. If you are 30, it is like you are 20. If you