Imagine God
When I imagine God, the first thing I picture is His beautiful, strong face. I see his tender eyes on me. I see Him as my perfect Father, who will never stop…
đź’›loving me
đź’›being good to me
đź’›fighting for me
đź’›teaching me
đź’›disciplining me
đź’›championing me
đź’›holding me
đź’›protecting me
đź’›convicting me
đź’›forgiving me
đź’›redeeming me
đź’›calming me
đź’›providing for me
đź’›surprising me
đź’›coming for me.
And I know that may sound really lovely and right and spiritual. And it is, to be honest. But what I also know is that to see Him as anything contrary would be to deny my own experience of God. I’ve walked some deep, dark valleys ... from nearly losing my husband as I watched him lie lifeless for eighteen days in an ICU room, to battling the monster of anxiety in my youngest for the last six years.
I’ve had many breath-taking mountaintops and a whole lot of mundane too.
And one thing has remained: He’s a good, good Father.
“Never believe anything bad about God.” -Dallas Willard, excerpted from chapter four of The Next Right Thing by Emily P. Freeman
{This post was originally a part of a series on IG called My Next Right Thing, here.}