I’ve been noodling lately about how I come across to others, both in word and speech.
Am I too heavy?
Dwell too much on the pain?
Revel in brokenness?
On the one hand I sense God telling me to expect springtime in my soul, a holy anticipation of joy and new life.
On the other hand, I see how much beauty comes from looking back, for trusting for healing, for telling the truth about the past.
My tagline is turning trials to triumph. Is there such a thing as focusing too much on the trials instead of anticipating the triumph?
Next week I’ll explore pessimism. I welcome you to join in the conversation. But until then, let me ask you this: