Good Friday

God isn’t going to magically restore healthy rhythms and boundaries in my life without my cooperation. He never asked me to spread too thin or nurture unhealthy habits or try to live up to some reputation. He didn’t say, “Do more. Do everything.” Those are on me. I did that. That’s my pride and selfishness and ego and ambition rising up, trampling down the beloved things, the necessary things.



Those are the words of Jen Hatmaker.


This is my Good Friday, trampling down the beloved things.


Longing for Sunday. Waiting for restoration.




3 thoughts on “Good Friday

  1. a common struggle it seems

    your words and Jen's words are comforting

    each of us a part of the Bride

    each of us reaching to be the best and purest of who we are created to be … nothing more … nothing less…

    restoration … yes … restoration … Amen

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