Bad days were common, but this day – four years ago – was distinct. Everything set me off. I couldn’t talk without snapping at the kids, both of whom were active toddlers at the time. I was harsh with them over minor infractions. I raged around the house and threw one of their books in the trash. I recognized something…
When we get stuck. When we fall and fail. When we slip and our sword slices the person we love, instead of the true enemy. We need to know to our core that our identity is neither in our victories nor our failures. Rather, it is enmeshed in the person of Jesus Christ and His unable-to-be-undone victory. There’s nothing quite…
