rebelling against low expectations
I am Israel. An interesting statement. One that I scribbled in the margin of my Bible just over a year ago after reading a passage over and over and over again. The thin lines of ink seeping into the paper to form those words are written with tears. Tears of joy, of anger, of sorrow, of hurt. The pen pressed hard against the paper to write those three powerful words. I am Israel. Perhaps this...
It’s not easy—none of it. It is not easy when your family adopts a child who has a damaged brain. It is not easy when you are 13 and your brother is rushed 3 hours away to a hospital and your parents are gone for 12 days, leaving you with responsibilities that are incredibly difficult for a thirteen-year-old to handle. It is not easy when a church rises up against your family―the pastor’s...
“The critical question for our generation—and for every generation—is this: If you could have Heaven, with no sickness, and with all the friends you ever had on earth, and all the food you ever liked, and all the leisure activities you ever enjoyed, and all the natural beauties you ever saw, all the physical pleasures you ever tasted, and no human conflict or any natural disasters, could...
rebelling against low expectations
