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
She stood among the sea of people, eyes closed, arms lifted high. The music swelled and her arms stretched farther, higher, as if trying to touch heaven itself.
My eyes drank in the sight: this brave woman who stood alone even though she was surrounded by others. Drawn to this tender example of a heart turned toward the Father, I witnessed her boldness and courage, her strength and her faith. She stood alone, but that’s not the reason I noticed her. It was the life she lived as she stood.
She chose to worship even though her child was dying.
How was she able to stand, let alone with such faith-filled abandon, even though she faced such sorrow?How could her face radiate joy even though she might soon bury her son? How could she rejoice in the Lord even though her heart was shattered?
The questions plagued me. (more…)
by Kim Gunderson
She had no idea what she had done. Tears filled my eyes as she spoke.
Life had been like a slow dripping faucet filled with discouragement and uncertainty as I tried to figure out life in this land of in-between. Memories of my past clouded my vision for the future, and I desperately needed evidence of God’s love.
Maybe it was my age, those middle years, that caused such retrospection, but my heart breaks each time I remember the sorrow and suffering that defined much of my adult life. (more…)