Does God really love me?
Yes, He really does. God loves you with a deep, abiding love. He loves you more than you will ever know or possibly imagine.
Check out John 3:16, the most recognized Bible verse: “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”
Did you catch that? For God so LOVED the world . . .
Still not sure?
Perhaps you’re not wrestling with the reality of God’s love for you, but wondering how God can love you. After all, if He really knew your heart or saw all of those things you’ve done, then He would turn away just like the others.
Perhaps you’ve been hurt. Life has not turned out the way you expected or planned and your heart has been shattered to pieces, whether by your choice or the choices of others. (more…)
I remember the day I felt heaven kiss earth.
I stood next to my youngest daughter, desperately praying for faith to believe what I could not see. I stood welcoming person after person offering condolences, sharing tears as each passed by her tiny casket. My body stood, but my mind? It swirled with questions and uncertainties, attempting to grasp the wisp of reality that eluded me.
How was I going to survive her death?
Was she really gone or was she somewhere else?
Was heaven for real?
Stories played like movies through my mind after my sweet girl died. Stories I studied in Scripture. Stories I had read to her. Like flipping through a Rolodex, I longed to find that ONE—THE story that would satisfy my longing for truth. (more…)
Are you there, God? I feel so alone.
You’d think I was used to being the new kid. By the time I entered third grade, I had attended three different schools and lived in four different states. The last move was the second in eighteen months. I struggled to make friends because all my eight-year-old mind wondered was, What if we move again? I hated good-byes almost as much as I hated new hellos. (more…)
by Kim Gunderson
“Higher!” I cried.
Leaning in, my hands grasping his, my dad pushed me up as I balanced my little four-year-old body against his feet. I giggled and he laughed as he stretched his legs as far as they would go.
“I’m flying!” I looked down at my dad and saw his smile. It filled every inch of his face and reflected my own.
Suddenly, I twisted. Maybe from the giggling or maybe his feet hit my ticklish spot, whatever the cause, I lost my perch on top of his feet and toppled headfirst toward the ground. (more…)
by Kim Gunderson
Nothing shakes the foundation of our lives like experiencing pain. I don’t mean the stub-your-toe-and-a-bad-word-might-slip-out kind. I’m talking about the gut-wrenching, life-altering, never-the-same-again, questioning-all-you-know variety.
The visit to the doctor. The phone call from a parent. The funeral. The discussion with your boss, your spouse, or even your child.
It’s been said that we’re either going through a difficult time, coming out of one, or about to head into one. (more…)
By Kim Gunderson
The sky filled with dark, billowing smoke. My car sped closer as I realized the smoke rose from the direction of my house. Not again, my soul whispered.
Logic told me it was just a controlled burn, a way to manage the density of trees & shrubs and restore new growth. It was, after all, that time of year in the Midwest.
My heart, however, didn’t accept that logic. It stirred up memories from ten years ago, back to the day I came home to find my house on fire. A fire that destroyed all we owned and snatched away the life of my youngest daughter.
Tears inched their way up like an impending flood as I drove. That’s not my house. That’s not my house. The words fell into rhythm with my heartbeat. I had come so far; was all of that about to be undone? (more…)