rebelling against low expectations
Shasta felt like he was dreaming. For as long as he could remember, he had always had an odd longing to go to the north. Beyond the small grassy hill that marked the border of his little world, curiosity called to him. He could never explain why, but he wanted to go there desperately. And now, here he was, saddling a friendly, talking horse named Bree, soon to run away with him “to Narnia and the...
Boots splash through the water. Rain falls in torrents. Sweat drips from the men’s creased foreheads. Their muscles tense as they take their positions. Silently, without a move and with hardly a breath, they crouch, waiting. Their uniforms and absolute stillness hide them from the enemy’s notice. Tethered to their boots is a small metal identification tag. An identical copy dangles from each...
Sometimes we choose hard things. Other times, hard things choose us. Sometimes God gives us a situation that we can’t handle on our own. Frankly, we don’t want to handle it. We would have gladly skipped the pain. We don’t want to go through it. Arguably, the hardest things are the things we don’t want to do. Things we never would have chosen for ourselves. It’s not...
rebelling against low expectations
