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When the New Year Doesn’t Seem “New”

I didn’t stay up until midnight on New Year’s Eve.

I was still exhausted from the stomach bug that had hit our family early on our vacation and knew I needed some rest before church the next morning.
I easily fell into a deep sleep and didn’t even hear the celebratory fireworks across the street.

When I woke up on January 1, I was struck with a feeling of familiarity. My two year old still needed me to rescue her from the pack ‘n play. I still needed to iron wrinkled Sunday clothes. My sons still needed a referee for their early morning conflicts. My circumstances hadn’t changed with the calendar.

We often equate the new year with a fresh start, but in reality it’s rarely a clean slate. Instead  we experience a continuation of lessons, struggles, and triumphs experienced in the old year. Your body still feels the same pain. Your heart still feels the heavy weight of loss. Your mind is still plagued with doubt and worry.

The road will advance through the next 12 months most likely including several unplanned detours. Thankfully, God’s character does not reset with a new year and He will not be surprised at what each day holds. Each bend in the path will force us to depend on His faithfulness in a deeper way.

After all, the route unknown to us begins and ends with Him!

Great is thy faithfulness, O God my Father;
there is no shadow of turning with thee;
thou changest not, thy compassions, they fail not;
as thou hast been thou forever will be.

Some great new year reading:

Feeling stuck? Read this post from Lore Ferguson.

Help with a Bible reading plan for this year.

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One Dollar Bill {a Christmas reflection}

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My request wasn’t new. As he’s gotten older, I often instruct my son to hold the door for strangers as we are out and about. He dutifully props the door open until the last person has passed.

This time was different. One of the shoppers was an elderly woman accompanied by her adult daughter. As they got closer to the door, I heard her exclaim, “Look at this nice young man holding the door for us!”

She fumbled through the items in her hand, rustling through receipts and coins until she located a $1 bill which she handed to my son with words of gratitude.

I was surprised at this woman’s act of kindness, but understood her desire to reward my son for his “good behavior.” It never occurred to me that my son wouldn’t understand her gift.

“Mom, why did that lady give me a dollar?” he asked as he caught up to the rest of the family. He was bewildered that she would pay him for such a simple task. I explained that she was thankful for his help and wanted to show her appreciation before she left the store.

The interaction was soon forgotten and the money was spent on a box of Nerds to share with his brother and sister on the way home.

That was last week and I have yet to stop thinking about it.

The argument could be made that my son was deserving of the woman’s gift. He did something nice for her, so she did something nice in return. Many of our daily interactions follow a similar pattern. In fact, we keep a mental tally of the good and bad in order to balance it out with our responses.

Since she made a meal for me when I was sick, I need to make one for her when her baby arrives.

I can’t ask her to watch my kids because I might not be able to babysit hers in return.

She was totally stuck-up when I saw her at church yesterday, so I just won’t try to talk to her anymore.

We live our lives by the “tit for tat” rule.

Kindness for kindness.

Rudeness for rudeness.

Good for good.

Bad for bad.

When we as followers of Jesus act this way we are forgetting that this cycle is in complete contrast to the gift we were offered 2,000 years ago in Bethlehem and later at the cross of Calvary.

Romans 5:8 stops me in my tracks every time I read it –

….but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

I was not “holding the door politely” when Christ sacrificed his innocent life for me. I was His enemy. I hated good and desired evil.

God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.

2 Corinthians 5:21

Kindness for hatred.

Sacrifice for selfishness.

Good for bad.

I write through tears this afternoon as I sit overwhelmed at His merciful gift to me, an unworthy sinner. Although, I am often tempted to try, any repayment for this salvation is impossible. My good works are simply a small token of gratitude to the God of the universe who stooped down to rescue me.

He “held the door” for me AND gave me the reward He earned. This, my friends, is incredibly good news and as we finish out the Advent season, I pray that our hearts would understand once again the richness of the gospel of Jesus. His coming offers a peace, hope, and wonder that will last well beyond Christmas.

Thanks be to God for His unspeakable gift! 2 Corinthians 9:15


Note to the reader:

My “wish” and prayer for you this season is that you will be overcome with the beauty of the eternal One who became man for you. May the realization of His eternal love and His eternal power over the circumstances of this broken world, bring you a peace that passes human understanding.

I will be taking the next few weeks to reflect on my Savior and rest with my sweet little family! I’ll “see” you in 2017!

Until then Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

On Fevers and Advent


I gently separated her damp curls from her sweaty neck. Her cries had forced me out of bed just as I was falling asleep. It was obvious that the fever had tightened its grip on her little body and was planning to hold on throughout the night.

It had appeared suddenly after her nap earlier in the afternoon. She didn’t complain, but lay lethargically on her daddy’s chest until an early bedtime. Her toddler sparkle had been replaced by an indifference to the world around her.

There is not much a mother can do during these small battles with germs. I wish the maternal guidebook included a magic potion to relieve all the possible illnesses our children may contract during their years under our roof. I wish I could experience their symptoms for them leaving them healthy and carefree.

Instead, their small bodies must fight the germs on their own. They must build an immunity to disease. Their white blood cells must strengthen to fight off future viruses.
As a mother, I can only offer comfort, cool drinks, and tepid baths. I cannot take away their symptoms, but I offer my care as they battle the bug inside of them.

on-fevers-advent-1This stands in stark contrast to the deep spiritual illness we all contracted in the Garden. Each individual throughout history experiences the symptoms of a sin-sick soul. Our hearts hide hate, bitterness, and fear. We spread our infection through harsh words and self-serving choices. Human beings are unendingly capable to express evil in the most disgusting of ways.

We do not possess spiritual white blood cells that work to fight the disease of sin. We cannot defeat the depravity of our hearts. The diagnosis is grim.

Read these words from Scripture:

Surely he has borne our griefs
    and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
    smitten by God, and afflicted. Isaiah 53:4

It will be counted to us who believe in him who raised from the dead Jesus our Lord, who was delivered up for our trespasses and raised for our justification. Romans 4:24b-25a

 He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed. I Peter 2:24

You have been healed. 

What was once dead is now alive. What was once broken is now whole. What was once damaged has been restored.

My prayer this advent season (which kicks off today, by the way) is for a renewed awe at the incarnation of God himself.  May my eyes see clearly the severity of my sickness and may my heart rejoice at the cure provided by Jesus. May my soul once again realize that its very life depends on the One who gave His so freely. May this Christmas season be filled with joy flowing from more than dazzling lights, Frank Sinatra, and plaid and velvet toddler dresses. May it celebrate the ultimate healing found in Immanuel, God with us.

Rage Room {what to do with all that anger}


I won’t deny that there are many days that leave me wanting to scream. Hearing my name spoken 4,000 times in an hour causes my temper to flare in the most unflattering ways, and I often find myself crying over spilled milk (literally).

I was so intrigued, though, to watch a news segment recently about a new fad in Texas called a Rage Room. Customers pay $50 for 15 minutes of tantrum time. They enter a room filled with junk (TV’s, furniture, tires, etc…) and are allowed to beat, break, and smash anything and everything in sight. Those interviewed mentioned that they were able to relieve built-up stress and bitterness by physically destroying the items in the room. Critics believe that this kind of behavior will not help anger issues, but rather create new habits of violence which are instigated when stress levels rise.

I watched the two minute clip with my mouth hanging open. Do people really do that? Does the owner really make money off of those who want to release the tensions of a hard, frustrating day? Could I imagine myself in one of those rooms?

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Most of us struggle with anger more often than we would like to admit, but is the answer letting out our rage on old glassware, or is there a deeper solution?

*Admit and Identify It.

Oftentimes, actually owning up to the bubbling anger inside of me is one of the hardest steps. Among the spills, broken furniture, and sibling rivalry, I can find many good reasons to excuse away my temper. It’s so much easier to blame the ones around me than to identify my behavior (and thoughts) as sinful. Once I admit and identify my tendency to lean on my fallen nature rather than Christ, I am able move forward.

*Find a Rage Room.

Anger like all sin is extremely damaging not only to the one “blowing up” but to those who happen to be around at the time. Words said in a moment of frustration can linger in the mind of the attacked for a very long time.  I don’t think that the destruction of as many items as possible in a quarter-hour is the answer to our anger issues, but I do think that heading somewhere apart from others (ie. a bedroom, office, etc…) when the temper flares is a great practical way to minimize the harm to others. Taking a step back from the situation when possible also allows for confession and reflection with the Father which brings us to the third anger tip.

*Remember the Wrath Meant for You.

Anger is just a sliver of the brokenness and depravity of our human hearts, yet we continue to try in countless ways to combat that sin on our own. We apologize and promise to do better next time. We experience feelings of desperation when our impatience with others never seems to fade. We forget that Jesus hung in agony on a cross for that very blow-up and for that exact harsh word, and in doing so bore an incomprehensible and ultimate holy wrath from His Father. The punishment that we so obviously deserve for our constant tantrums has been taken by our Savior. You are not enslaved to your anger problem anymore.

Christ shattered the chains of sin freeing us to speak and act with love and grace to those around us. The Holy Spirit offers the only power that will conquer the anger problem in your life and He doesn’t even need a hammer!

Training wheels {and why a believer doesn’t need them}


Our family has officially fallen in love with bike riding.

From bumpy neighborhood sidewalks to secluded trails, we have been busy exploring our town on wheels this summer.

Our oldest son is quickly becoming a master cyclist and our toddler enjoys the view over my shoulders from her carrier seat. Our middle son, however, is still very dependent on his training wheels. This is not necessarily a problem for a four year old, however one of these small wheels gave us significant issues on many of our rides. The screw would loosen causing the wheel to tilt and turn resulting in his inability to balance. The poor guy wanted to ride like his older brother but was restricted by his dependence on the inconsistent third wheel. True freedom will come for him in another summer or two when he can throw away the “help” of the training wheels and balance on the two tires created for riding.

Training Wheels

I find myself often leaning on alternative “wheels” on this ride of life. Finding balance and freedom in the gospel alone seems scary. Certainly, I need something more than Christ’s work to effectively complete the trail in front of me.

So I strap on the training wheels of affirmation. If others approve of my work and support my endeavors, I will be successful. My work is only meaningful after all if others appreciate it.

I tighten the screws on the training wheels of perfection. Sure I will never be perfect enough to gain eternal favor with a holy God, but I need to get as close to flawless as possible in my everyday work. When I fail, it’s just a sign that I need to try harder next time.

I lean on the training wheels of worry. Someone needs to think through every scenario and outcome. There are so many details that could go wrong. If I can circumvent just a few of them, my ride will be smoother.

Unfortunately these wheels (along with dozens more) are just like my son’s tilting bike. They are broken and offer no true or lasting support.

Affirmation leaves me craving more and more attention from others. I act hypocritically because my actions are based on another’s opinion of me. I waste precious time in a conflicted state between slavery to others and slavery to Christ.

Perfection leaves me weary. My attempts to hide my shortcomings and to reach an unattainable ideal are exhausting and endless. My day begins with mistakes and ends with failures. I have convinced myself that if I work hard enough I will muster up my own version of holiness.

Worry wears me out too. My mind dwells on the cares of this life leading to discouragement and dismay. The beautiful goals and plans that seem to answer the worry crumble all too easily.

The truth is that as a believer, as a redeemed daughter of God, I don’t need spiritual training wheels. Anything less than the truth, love, forgiveness, and unfathomable grace found in the gospel of Jesus will not give me the support I need to finish the race.

Here’s even better news.  My son needs help learning to balance until he is physically strong enough to ride like his older brother. This is not so for the believer. At salvation we receive the glorious benefits of Christ’s work on our behalf and from that moment forward, we have the complete enabling of the Spirit. Our growth depends not on our own strength and fortitude, but on our increased dependence on the unchanging truths of the gospel.

I can receive disapproving comments from others because I stand approved eternally before my Father.

I can fail on a daily basis because the ultimate work has been completed perfectly for me in Christ’s death and resurrection.

I can cast all my cares on Him because He cared enough to rescue my dead soul for His glory.

Friends, take off your spiritual training wheels (they will never stand up to the task anyway), and lean on the everlasting, all-powerful work of the Savior. You will enjoy the ride so much more if you do!


I wasn’t chosen.

I offered my best, and I thought they would accept me.

I knew I wouldn’t be perfect, but I had at least hoped to be included.

I find myself looking at others through lenses of discontentment and jealousy.

It seems far from fair that others would get what I don’t have.

What do I have to do in order to be noticed?

My heart aches at being passed over once again.




I was chosen.

I didn’t offer the best, yet He loved me.

I was far from perfect, but through Jesus, I was included in His eternal family.

I can now look at others with humility and sacrificial love.

It seems far from fair that I would receive an eternal inheritance based on Another’s merit.

Even in my scandalous state, He noticed me.

I was chosen and my heart has been made new.


I know today’s post is extremely short compared to most of my writing around here. It was written shortly after I had experienced the sting of several rejections. I felt myself sinking into a self-focused funk and the fact that my Father pursued and chose me while I was still his enemy brought great comfort to my hurting heart. If you’re experiencing that same sting today, I hope it is a gentle reminder to you of God’s unrelenting love toward His children.

Clinging to the Pillars of the Gospel in the Waves of Life


The good news of our redemption in Christ is beautifully deep. In fact, no human will ever be able to comprehend every facet of the gospel. Because of its richness and complexity it can often be intimidating to figure out how it applies to the brokenness, pain, and doubt surrounding us every day.

It is in those moments (or weeks) of weakness, I am learning to cling to some of the gigantic pillars of the gospel. If I have no idea how to counsel a struggling friend, I point her to these truths. They are so overarching – so huge that I have something to hold onto until some of the waves of life calm down.


1. The work is done.

I certainly don’t mean to be repetitive. After all, I recently wrote an entire post on the rest we have in Christ’s finished work. However, I hear messages and voices daily pressuring me to do more and do it better. Do you hear them too? It can be so tempting to buy into the idea that the quality of my life solely depends on how hard I work. That the approval from my community will increase as I spend myself more. If I really dig deep, I can climb out of this uncomfortable situation. I can focus on finding and fitting the pieces together of this Puzzle of Life. It’s up to me!

The truth of the gospel says that the suffering I’m experiencing is part of God’s refining work in my life (James 1:2-4).

I can’t be more approved in God’s eyes through better living because He sees me as complete and pure through His Son’s Sacrifice.(Romans 8:1)

My life is no puzzle to my Father. (Proverbs 20:24)

Because of Jesus, the burden of perfect work has been finished. Rest in Him.

2. God never changes.

Our feelings can change drastically in a matter of minutes. Have you ever experienced the cry/laugh? What a perfect example of conflicting emotions!

We can parent out of sweet sentiment and exasperated anger in shockingly short amounts of time.

When I realize my terrible inconsistencies, I am made grateful for passages that point to his immutability or unchanging nature.

The counsel of the Lord stands forever, the plans of his heart to all generations. Psalm 33:11

The LORD will accomplish what concerns me; Your lovingkindness, O LORD, is everlasting; Do not forsake the works of Your hands. Psalm 138:8

My failures and meltdowns don’t affect His steadfast nature. He will not revoke my salvation or the redemptive work He is constantly accomplishing in my life.

For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus. Philippians 1:6

Because of Jesus, I have a permanent position as a rescued daughter of God.

3. He never lets go of me.

Sometimes the undertow of life’s waves seem desperately perilous. We wonder if we will make it out alive. We gasp for air and look to cling to the nearest rock or branch available. In the back of our mind, we know that those apparent rescuers will fail. The rocks will crumble and the branches will break. We still try, however, hoping that this time it will be different.

The beauty of the gospel is that while we are desperately gripping these temporary things, God is still faithfully holding onto us.

Isaiah 41:13 says,
For I, the Lord your God, hold your right hand; it is I who say to you, “Fear not, I am the one who helps you.

Because of Jesus, I am firmly grasped in God’s omnipotent hand.


In its simplicity, the gospel is complex enough to answer any of this world’s crashing waves. The work of Christ is perfect enough, full enough, and eternal enough to stand up to the tumultuous sea of your life.


Three Political Thoughts from a Non-political Mom

I wouldn’t consider myself incredibly politically active.

I was a part of the Young Patriots Club of America in high school mainly so I could take a field trip to the capitol in Tallahassee each Spring. I’ve voted in elections in Florida, Virginia, and now Pennsylvania. I pray (though not as consistently as I ought) for our country’s leaders and for God’s protection and grace for this country I love.

This is about the extent of my involvement in civics, however. I’ve never found myself in a heated argument over candidates or policy and I don’t usually lose sleep over those in leadership.

That has changed in 2016 though. I have stayed up late glued to ridiculously heated debates and refreshing the election results page on CNN. Suddenly, I have become very interested in this ongoing drama called an election.

With this added interest also comes added worry. Our country seems to be in a state of disarray. Are we losing our God-centered heritage? Are we as Christians losing our freedoms? Should we move to Canada?

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In spite of my concerns, I keep returning to three main thoughts that bring comfort in the political chaos.

  1. As the Church, we are exiles.

    An exile is a person who has been removed from their homeland. He has been transplanted to a new land or country either by an authoritative decree or a voluntary move. He is a refugee with no place to call home. He is different from the culture in which he finds himself. Until we find ourselves at home in the presence of Jesus, we are refugees in the this world.

    We will never feel completely “at home” here.

    A few days ago, I turned on the morning news to find coverage of a controversial teaching from a well-known Christian speaker. He was promoting ideas which required women to submit to their husbands. The news reporters were incredulous. Who could actually follow this crazy logic?

    At first, I became defensive. It frustrated me that they were being so liberal minded. They were twisting scripture for their own purposes. Then I suddenly realized that this reaction from media should be no surprise. Of course, they don’t understand. The things of Christ are insanity to them.

    The person without the Spirit does not accept the things that come from the Spirit of God but considers them foolishness, and cannot understand them because they are discerned only through the Spirit. I Corinthians 2:14

    Because we are exiles, it is natural to feel uncomfortable with the decisions made by our government or uneasy at the direction of our country. We will be disappointed at the outpouring of support for ungodly leaders. We must remember that this is not our home and we shouldn’t fit in with the culture surrounding us.

  2. As the Church, we should support a Savior not a candidate.

    It always makes me chuckle when I see a bumper sticker still proudly supporting a candidate that lost the race long ago. The owner of that car was so sure of their future president that they wanted to declare their support permanently. Even in defeat, they can’t deny their backing of that individual.

    I have no issue with supporting the campaign of a particular candidate especially if he or she plans to use the presidential influence to enforce religious liberties and defend our land. However, many Christians are known more for their favorite office-seeker than for their relationship with Christ.

    As believers, our King is eternal.  His term is not limited to four or eight years. He has already run the race and defeated the evil opponent. May our energy be spent promoting the good news of our rescue from our own destruction. May we spend our time proclaiming His beauty and wisdom.

  3. As the Church, our hope rests in our eternal citizenship.

    With the impending outcome of the national conventions, many conservative Christians are alarmed. A quick scroll through my social media feed shows fear, discouragement, and anger. We can’t seem to wrap our minds around the possibility of an anti-Christian nation.

    I wonder, however, if this upheaval is actually a good thing for the body of Christ.

    Could it be that in the loss of some of our political freedoms, we will cherish even more our freedom in Christ?

    Could the discomfort of our exile drive us to find our comfort in our Savior?

    Could the dismal outlook for our nation cause us to cling to the true hope we have in our eternal destiny?

    Peter wrote similar encouragement to the the believers undergoing persecution for their new faith.

    Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you, who by God’s power are being guarded through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.

    Friends, the best is yet to come for the Church.

    Though persecution and hardship may soon come from our government, our hope is still full and alive in the finished work of Jesus. May the outcome of this year’s election purify Christ’s bride that we may be ready for the revelation of our eternal inheritance.

No Time for Quiet Time


Shortly after the birth of one of my children, I was commiserating with a few friends at small group. Two of them had newborns and one had three small foster children. We discussed the difficulty that we seem to face as mothers when it comes to our time with God.

When moms are sleep deprived and off-schedule, it can be extremely difficult to find a steady quiet time with God. The cycle continues when we go several days (or even weeks) without that communion causing us to feel even more discouraged and malnourished spiritually.

I’ve noticed that this same thing can happen even without newborns in the house. A bad night’s sleep, a busy week, or poor time-management can throw us off schedule more often than we’d like.

No time for quiet time
So! What’s a mommy to do? Here’s a few ideas that may help:

1. As soon as possible, create a daily schedule. 
During the first few weeks after a sweet baby arrives, it’s virtually impossible to plan out a day. An exploding diaper or colicky little one can wreak havoc on a schedule.
After a couple months, though, it becomes a little easier to get into a routine. I’ve found that it helps me to write out a daily schedule and post it on the fridge until it becomes a habit. (Yes, my dear husband makes fun of me for this OCD move).
Start by scheduling a 15-20 minute time exclusively for your time with God. Hopefully, this time can grow later on, but at least you have it carved out of your day.
Stick to your schedule as closely as possible remembering that flexibility is necessary on certain days. What seems a little forced at first, soon becomes a regular, special part of your day.

2. Spend time with God wherever and whenever possible. 

Unfortunately, I find that my quiet prayer time can get interrupted quickly so I have some backup quiet spots: the shower (not foolproof) and the kitchen sink.
In the 10 minutes or so I spend in each respective location God and I can catch up a little bit.
I’ve been surprised at the things He’s spoken to my heart during these short conversations.

3. Use technology.

I love technology. I use my laptop, iPad, and phone regularly to strengthen my faith. I have used several Bible reading plans on the YouVersion app. If I get behind, I can easily adjust my reading to catch up.
I also listen to sermons and podcasts on my phone or iPad while I do other housekeeping duties. It’s a great way to preach grace to myself while also checking things off my to-do list. Find some of my favorite podcasts on the Resources page.


Whatever you find works for you in the craziness of motherhood, remember this:

Our God isn’t limited to a living room recliner and a 1 hour minimum to speak to our hearts. You may be surprised at what He uses to comfort, encourage, and challenge you.
Please don’t feel guilty for not reaching certain standards in your devotion time with Him.

Christ completed a perfect relationship with His Father for us so we can enjoy the freedom to approach God even in imperfect circumstances.

To the weary mom….


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A man, he works from sun till sun, but a woman’s work is never done.

I can hear my mom sighing at the end of another long day. She quotes this little saying while putting away one more load of laundry or packing one more lunch. As a mom now myself, these words have so much more meaning to me. The work is never done. There always one more dish in the sink or one more toy to put away.

As our family has grown, my homemaking standards have lowered. I can leave those clothes in the dryer and fold them tomorrow. I guess the floor could be swept after breakfast in the morning. It’s not that I wouldn’t love to live in a perfectly clean, model home, but with three small children, that dream is far from reality. At the end of the day, my body and mind just want to rest. I long to sit down with the work completely done.

That feeling of incompleteness doesn’t just stop with dust bunnies and piles of superhero figures though. I find myself longing for rest in many areas of my life. When will I stop wrestling with the sin of discontentment? Will I ever stop struggling with my identity? Why do I find myself clinging to the same idols over and over again? When will Jesus come back so my soul can finally rest?

While I don’t have a chapter and verse to support my theory, I imagine that an Israelite high priest may identify with some of those same feelings. He worked every day in the temple offering sacrifices for the sins of the people. With a nation so large, there was a never-ending stream of brokenness for which to atone. In the rooms where he worked, there were altars, candles, and holy artifacts, but no chairs. No place to sit. No place to rest. The work of salvation was never finished.

That is until Jesus arrived on the scene.

Finally, the endless cycle of sin, confession, and sacrifice could be broken. He did the work His Father asked Him to do. There was no need for God to lower His standard of holiness. Christ accomplished the task perfectly and completely. The necessity of continual sacrifices in the temple was done. It was finished.

And our High Priest sat down.

  • He is the radiance of the glory of God and the exact imprint of his nature, and he upholds the universe by the word of his power. After making purification for sins, he sat down at the right hand of the Majesty on high….Hebrews 1:3
  • Now the point in what we are saying is this: we have such a high priest, one who is seated at the right hand of the throne of the Majesty in heaven…Hebrews 8:1
  • But when Christ had offered for all time a single sacrifice for sins, he sat down at the right hand of God….Hebrews 10:12
  • looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.

If Christ has sealed our salvation, why do we find ourselves often unsettled? Why does rest seem so elusive? Why do we attempt to continue to offer sacrifices in hopes of God’s favor?


He isn’t striving. He isn’t stressing. He isn’t struggling.

He is sitting down.

He invites us to rest in His accomplishments – to sit down in His finished work.

Is your kitchen far from magazine worthy? Have your children found your last nerve? Is that besetting sin rearing its ugly head today?

Sit down (physically if you need to) and rejoice. The ultimate undertaking has been completed for you. Because of Jesus, the weight of perfection is no longer on your shoulders. Instead, you carry a burden made light by His atonement and a yoke made easy by His redemption.

It is only in Jesus’ settled location at his Father’s side that our souls can find ultimate peace.


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