I totally bombed this Sunday.
I preached a sermon on the value of a broken hallelujah. The main point was that God uses our weakness.
I was the sermon illustration… not on purpose though.
I am fully capable of putting together a really good sermon that is presented well. This is not what occurred. I spent last week as single mom since Jon had to go on a last minute trip to NY to repair some recent storm damage to our rental property….
Brokenness… who wants to talk about brokenness on Mother’s Day? Me. That is the sermon I am preaching. We are finishing the Our Broken Hallelujahs series this Sunday. We started the series immediately after Easter. That made sense. But Mother’s Day?!?!? Shouldn’t we talk about all things lovely? I’m not sure we planned out our preaching calendar that well. Maybe […]
My poor husband is always trying to figure out how to converse with me when I get talking about my dreams. I am a dreamer, and he is a realist (which may as well be a pessimist in my book). “I am going to write a book, and I will sell millions of copies. I will sell so many copies […]
We had come together, like so many times before, to mourn tragic and senseless loss. I stood there singing words I desperately wanted to be true. I wanted to believe that God loves us so.
This is Kristi’s post. This is why I write; this is why my home and my world have been turned inside out for months upon months as we planned for a church; just this:
Let’s sing together, or not. Maybe the singing is too hard because the pain is too deep. The lyrics say what your heart longs to believe, and the songs we sing are the faith you desperately need. The world pushes and pulls you and drags you around. Your heart is trampled and aches at the sound. The melody feels false […]