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You say you feel numb, even nothing. But I know you feel something. I know that past the blank stare fear is there. But you don’t have to be scared. Because you’re not the only one who cares. You’re not the only one.

When you could swear you don’t have a prayer, I know you’ve got something to say. I know it’s not that you don’t have the words, but that you can’t bear to cry and still feel unheard. To plead, unanswered. To bleed, unseen. The words weigh so heavy that if no one is there to catch them, they might just fall through the ground and pull you further down. And you can’t risk screaming as you drown while no one hears a sound.

So you settle for less than your needs being met. And you sit in silence, but you’re holding your breath. Willing this existence to be enough. Pushing yourself to stay tough. Hoping someday you won’t feel so much. But it’s like telling yourself you don’t need oxygen. Soon enough you must open your mouth again, and breathe life in. Soon enough you must open your mouth, and cry out.

Maybe it feels like a curse, but it’s a gift. And every disappointment leads us to confess there’s more than this. Every desire causes us to look higher.

And maybe what we need most is to know in our breaking that Jesus is no stranger to our condition. That God knows what it is to be human like we know what it means to be hungry. He remembers we are but dust. He knows we are desperate for love. The Man of Sorrows empathizes with our deepest grief and disappointment. He cares when we’re feeling scared and He’s there when we’re feeling alone. Because He remembers the Garden where there must have been flowers but all He could smell was death. And upon the cross the sun did shine but He could see no light. He recalls what it feels like to hold His breath, uncertain if He could breathe in again. And for our sake, He didn’t.

But He remembers so much more than the pain. He remembers conquering the grave and the names and faces of those He saved. And the victory was not His alone, but we can claim it as our own. Our flesh may be enduring certain death but our spirits are learning how to breathe. So don’t hold back the tears. Pain may last for the night, but joy comes in the morning. Though many are the tears that fall as we mourn, those we cry out of joy will be a thousand more.

Though for a little while you may feel all by yourself, don’t forget that you have ever-present help. One word from His lips and a thousand fears are stilled. One touch from His hand is deliverance. One whisper of His name and the heart is safe. One moment of His grace and the soul is saved. Forever, and always.

We are all just homesick. And we all just miss Him. Yet we will be with Him. Forever, and always.

‘Trust in him at all times..;
pour out your hearts to him,
for God is our refuge (our home).’
(Psalm 62:8)

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Maybe you used to feel as if you were an A and sometimes B student in life. You were a good kid, a dedicated employee, a nice person, a reliable friend, a teacher’s pet. You knew you weren’t perfect, but you were ok. Good enough to get by. You were always a little late, but still made it in time.

Until all of the sudden life’s tests got more intense. Your parents got harder to honor. Your boss wasn’t so easy to please. Your friends became tough to love. And your kindness just wasn’t enough. So instead of the A’s and B’s you began to see C’s and D’s.

Though the tests were tough, you knew it was part of growing up. But you weren’t giving up. So you studied longer. You worked harder. And you felt stronger. But you fell further. The more you tried, the less you thrived. Over time it was difficult just to survive. And at the end of the day, you had yourself to blame.

And now in the moments you’re really honest, you would admit that your life is a mess. And you fight the inner whisper that you’re too broken to fix. The things that once held you together now have you feeling scattered. What used to bring significance says you don’t really matter. The truth is that you do, but deep inside you’re shattered. The truth… if only you could believe it, but your pride is in pieces.

But maybe there’s something more real than how you feel. Maybe there’s security in something you can’t see. Maybe truth goes deeper than what you believe. And maybe the point of all these tests is not merely that you pass them, but that you see life past them.

In letting go you just might come to understand that your life was never in your hands. That acceptance doesn’t depend on your performance. That you don’t have to be enough to be loved. That in the end it is better to get God’s grace than good grades.

Being loved is better than being enough. Being broken and known is better than being tough and alone. Your life may feel like your stage. But after the show is over, He’s still behind the scenes waiting to take you home.

Jesus didn’t die for people who are fine. He didn’t bleed for people with no need. He came to save ones like me and you who are dying and crying out for rescue. Your life is more than what you’ve done or failed to do. You are more loved than you are lost, and the proof is found in the cross. And soon enough, His nail-pierced hands will piece you back together again.

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Just passing through

How many of us who are even in the household of God feel as if we do not belong? We hold positions, we have relationships, we own possessions, but to some certain degree we know we are not home. That this life is not for good.

We may not be home, but we are not alone. The saints of the Hall of Faith (Hebrews 11) not only all lived in faith, but “all died in faith, not having received the things promised, but having seen them and greeted them from afar, and having acknowledged that they were strangers and exiles on the earth” (11:13).

ex·ile   [eg-zahyl, ek-sahyl]

1.expulsion from one’s native land by authoritative decree.
2.the fact or state of such expulsion: to live in exile.
3.a person banished from his or her native land.
4.prolonged separation from one’s country or home, as by force of circumstances: wartime exile.
5.anyone separated from his or her country or home voluntarily or by force of circumstances.

I think the 4th definition best describes us. Although it can feel like bad news day after day, battle after battle, truly it is good news for us! Though we are exiles here, in truth “you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are fellow citizens with the saints and members of the household of God” (Eph 2:19). Though we are strangers here, we are citizens of God’s city.

Just like the Israelites who had to pass through the desert to reach the promised land, so we are passing through into the promised land too.

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my ‘Psalm’ song


There’s a cry inside
That only you can hear
And I don’t know why

I can’t see the light
Or how to make it through
But I do know you
You are faithful and true

So come Jesus I am crying out for love
Draw near and remind me now
I don’t need answers like your presence
And I can stand firm on your promises

There’s a hope I know
Whenever you are near
That I can’t explain

And I can’t live without
This favor I have found
No matter what I do
You are faithful and true


You never fail, never
You never fail, never
Faithful and true you are forever
Faithful and true you are forever

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