Somehow, I like liverwurst.
I’m not sure how it happened. I only know that I was very young and that somehow Mom got me to try it. Continue reading
I keep avoiding writing this. It’s been sitting on my computer screen for days, fittingly unwelcome but reminding me of its unpleasant existence.
I have to pray for Boko Haram.
God is all-knowing, all-powerful, and all good. He made the universe, from the biggest galaxies down to the tiniest subatomic particles. He knows everything, and as scary as that can feel when we think about the mistakes we’ve made and the ways we’ve wronged Him and others, that means that we never have to fear He’ll find out what we’re really like. He already knows, and yet He loves us anyway. Inexplicably, we’re welcomed as children and not condemned as criminals. He told us again and again through the Bible that He’ll provide what we need when we need it.
So why do we so often struggle to trust that He will?