Getting there
I woke up this morning at 7AM, rather grouchily and annoyed that I had to be up so early on my day off. I dragged myself downstairs, plopped down on a dining room chair, and stared at my dad with an expression that clearly stated that I would rather be in bed. Last night, he decided that we needed to have devotions together as a family (as in us older ones with him), and the only time we could have it was before Rebekah went to work. But as I sat there, I began to chide myself on my infantile behavior, and as I became more awake, I began to wonder what God would speak through my father. It wasn't easy getting out of that mood, but I wasn't disappointed! We flipped to that famous Jeremiah 29:11 verse, that we whip out for our Christian friends when we struggled with college apps, or break-ups, and a million other times to just remind ourselves that we're not dropped into this often terrible world to just survive and disappear. However, to imagine a glorious destiny, a ...