#js park

[A] safe person, whether your spouse, a church elder, a childhood buddy, or a mentor, will hardly flinch at your worst. You'll know you're around a safe person because as they speak and listen, you'll feel the burden lift off your shoulders. You'll sigh in relief that you're not alone. Their honesty isn't just to sound tough, and it has enough light to point out your blind spots without making you blind. They can turn your tunnel vision into panorama.

So I’ve learned over time: I wasn’t really out of love with God. I’m just a fragile human being who changes as much as the weather. I was setting a ridiculous standard for myself that can’t be defined by self-pressuring parameters. I was tricked by the enemy into judging my flesh. How I feel is important, but it’s not the whole basis of my faith. It’s wholly, solely, defiantly by His grace—and in that, I think I can finally relax.

I demanded God to explain Himself, to explain our suffering, so He went one further and entered our pain – and in a tomb, He initiated healing, the reversal of all that had ever gone wrong. I demanded a diagram, but He gave us a song.