As we shared with each other, our group’s answers ranged from “I’m seeking a deeper, more authentic relationship with Christ” (this answer was mine) to “I don’t know what I’m looking for or expecting, but I am a seeker.”
On that day, facing the thought of standing in front of the church holding my cardboard sign, I had an epiphany. Sharing my story wasn’t just to help others, it was to help myself too. I realized in that specific moment, God’s plan was ...
We knew that the environmental products cost a bit more, so he offered to fund the difference between the styrofoam, and the environmental products that we discovered locally at a small start-up, EcoDallas.
I think about these words as I file the insurance claims and evaluate what’s worth replacing. I’m beginning to realize that, as it turns out, I can live without most of it. Oddly enough, my loss of stuff led to a gain of peace.
When I hear The Lord’s Prayer, I am reminded that God’s provision isn’t limited to money. God has provided me with people who encourage me daily, people who listen to me because they genuinely care about who I am.