We judge others by their actions. Yet most actions start as mere desires. And it’s a lot harder to judge someone for a desire, isn’t it?
How accurate are our memories? I was recently reminiscing about a string of difficult circumstances from a few years ago. I remembered how lost and unsure I felt about certain decisions I was making. As I thought about it some more, those same unpleasant sensations that tormented me then, flooded me once again. Suddenly I felt stressed, confused and discouraged. I started talking to God about it.
During the brutal 1941 winter that hindered Nazi Germany’s invasion of Moscow, my grandmother — who lived in the Soviet Union — converted to the Christian faith. Seeing as indoor baptisms weren’t common in those days, she was baptized outside in some icy body of water. Whenever she told that story, she would say that the water felt nice and warm.
I’m an internal processor with a vivid imagination, so daydreams are my treat! I love visualizing the future. I often see myself going on adventures, reaching goals and building a healthy family together with my wife. I imagine lavishing my future children with love, wisdom and provision. These dreams motivate me to work and grow so that one day I could be a blessing to both my kids and the subsequent generations to follow.
Parents often believe that their children are special. Many even have collections of heartwarming stories to prove it. Well, Jesus’ parents had WAY more. From the angelic annunciation of his birth to stellar signs in the sky, it was clear to mom and dad that their boy had a big call on his life.