Laurel Goodwin

The web that weaves its way over my face reminds me of what I have, what I’ve endured, and the faithfulness of a Father who is all too good to me.

The everyday goodness of God does not waiver from that Good Friday when he set before Christ the cup of wrath that should have been mine.

We do have the bedrock assurance that Christ will come back for what is his, in the time being we have to contend with life in this world and the troubles we’ve been told to expect.

Peter's admonition to “humble yourself” (1 Pet. 5:6) was difficult for me to accept when I was at my best, insulting when I was at my worst. I’d certainly been brought low by life, and it was painful to imagine bringing myself even lower–on purpose.