Comments on: When Jesus Isn’t Enough

By: Sheila

Sheila — Thu, 15 Mar 2012 07:56:42 +0000

I feel the same way…

By: sdfsdgfd

sdfsdgfd — Fri, 15 Apr 2011 00:36:29 +0000

I’ve been visiting your blog for a while now and I always find a gem in your new posts. Thanks for sharing.

By: Sandi

Sandi — Thu, 31 Mar 2011 10:57:15 +0000

I read this again for the upteenth time. It is a great reminder that I need to (continually) get over myself. Keep up the good work!

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By: if you can’t change your circumstances, change your expectations. « Pragmatic Compendium

Fri, 31 Dec 2010 03:51:07 +0000

[...] if you can’t change your circumstances, change your expectations. Kristen at We Are THAT Family has invited her Works for Me Wednesday weekly linkers to post a different kind of tip this week: “If you could tell people just ONE THING. What would it be?” (I invite you to read Kristen’s post, When Jesus Isn’t Enough.) [...]

By: Rena

Rena — Thu, 30 Dec 2010 00:51:15 +0000

Wow! I’m so glad you relinked this. I missed it the first time. So powerful! I’m going to let this sink in. Hopefully deep enough to stay forever.

By: Danelle

Danelle — Wed, 29 Dec 2010 14:52:36 +0000

Perfect timing. Thanks for reposting. I’ve been pondering this myself.

By: Shay Gerritsen

Shay Gerritsen — Wed, 29 Dec 2010 05:55:41 +0000

Most people that know me would say Russia ruined me…I would argue that Russia recreated me. It feels dangerously close to the same thing. I’ll never forget meeting Yura for the first time. He took my hand and led me to his room in the orphanage. He lifted his pillow and started removing small items, handing each one to me as he frantically described each one to the translator, making sure she told me every word. She said under his pillow was the only place he could keep his things without them being stolen. Everything that child owned had to be small enough to fit under his head or it would be gone…and I was mad because one of the 3 suitcases I brought got lost at the airport. Two and a half years later, I am STILL struggling to reconcile ‘enough’ in my heart. It feels like I’m not succeeding. It makes me desperate for Kaliningrad in a way I cannot explain. And so, maybe, in a way, I am ruined…

By: Renee Stam

Renee Stam — Wed, 29 Dec 2010 03:32:16 +0000

Love love love this post! so very true!