Humble Beginnings

There's wisdom in discretion. Even as we aren't to cast our pearls before swine, as would trample them and turn and rend us. That's been hard bought, to learn the reality.

These past many months have wrought some really painful, hard lessons. Humiliating realizations about my own insufficiencies. And yet even more devastating recognition of the greatness of grace. 

There truly is no pit, as Corrie's sister said, so deep that His love isn't deeper still (terrible paraphrase, I'm sure). And I know she wasn't referring to the depravity of man, explicitly, so much as the depths of suffering and trial and destitution and pain. But aren't these effectually consequences of sin, ultimately, though used by God to refine our faith and sanctify us?--brokenness in this world and suffering are the curses of sin.  

His love is consuming, though. I am so grateful. 

Lord willing, I am now at liberty to return to writing here. Much abased, though still too proud. But trusting Him more completely.

And in the midst of international terror, even. Would we have ever thought such a thing?
Death is real.

All the more to seek Christ.