Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have - life itself.
If we build a house together, let its foundation not only be the sympathy we have for one another as broken people, but constructed with the wood of that gory cross, predicated upon the grace of Christ’s selfless, celebratory sacrifice, that which makes broken people whole.
If I have any reason to sing, it is by the grace of Jesus. If I have any reason to celebrate, it is by the grace of Jesus. If I have any reason to dance, it is by the grace of Jesus. May the hope of the cross be a catalyst for your joy.