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Preaching the gospel to myself

Preaching the gospel to myself

I am realizing that I am forgetful. And it's not just a I'm-turning-30-this-year-and-getting-older-sucks-becuase-I-forget-all-the-things type of forgetfulness, although there is that. The type of forgetfulness that I am realizing that I have is a spiritual forgetfulness. A forgetfulness that tends toward complaint and begrudging instead of remembering God's past faithfulnesses. 

Oh precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow
No other fount, I know
Nothing but the blood of Jesus

How often have I sung these words and not meant them? How many other founts am I looking for living water in? How often do I forget that Jesus + nothing = everything? 

I forget God's faithfulnesses all the time, and I don't want to. I want to remember His love, His grace, His uncountable and undeserved blessings. I want to remember these things and use them as weapons against my doubt, despair, and discouragements. I'm realizing that the best way to remember is to preach the gospel to myself. To savor foundational truth and let it work anew in my life. Yes, I may know that song or verse by heart, but can I digest it in this moment? 

And so, today I go back the fount, to the source. Oh how precious it is. Lord, may I never forget. 

Whole30-ing

Whole30-ing

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