Safer than you think
I did it again last week.
And again, it hurt. Bumping my thigh on the corner of our bed frame left me this week with a beautifully-colored bruise as proof, a mark quite noticeable.
This world is not a safe place.
God is “not a tame lion.”
(Aren’t we forever grateful to Lewis for that image?)
God is not in me to shower me with the blessings of short lines at Walmart, pretty shoes that don’t hurt my feet, ne’er an experience with chill bumps or sweat drops.
I don’t live in a bubble, gifted with perfect protection here just because I believe in Jesus.
But what I get is better, even though I’m still having to grow into that realization.
What I get is better because what I get is what I need.
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What dangers have you encountered lately?
What’s a sign you’re living the good life anyway?