Each Tuesday, my dear friend Ann Voskamp and I are writing a series of letters about loving Jesus and others with our words. We’d love to hear your heart too. Will you join us?_____________________________________________________________________________
Dear Ann,
Several summers ago I stood in a place called Monte Ne on the shore of a lake drained low.
When you walked toward the center and turned back, you could see the ruins of an old town exposed—an amphitheater, foundations, a long-forgotten hotel standing watch above them.
I thought of Monte Ne last week, of that shoreline, because it seemed drought came to my words and took them all away.
And all I could see was brokenness.
It seems we all have those moments, don’t we? Those times when our words have disappeared or our hearts feel as if a drought has come.
What do we do then?
As I started asking that question, I thought of more ruins. This time not in a place but in a life…
Some men came, bringing to him a paralytic, carried by four of them. Since they could not get him to Jesus because of the crowd, they made an opening in the roof above Jesus and, after digging through it, lowered the mat the paralyzed man was lying on.
Mark 2:3-4
You know the rest of the story don’t you? The man is forgiven and healed. But what stopped me in my tracks was the phrase that came just before the healing…
When Jesus saw their faith (Mark 2:5)
{Will you read the rest with me at Ann’s today? Hint: I wrote about beautiful YOU. To get there, just click here.}
Also, have you seen this yet? (if a video isn’t below, click here)
