From Our Kitchen to Yours
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I’ve been reflecting these last few days on the human heart and mind. Before I knew the Lord—before I truly surrendered my life to Him—I only saw the world one way. I could only see through my humanness, through my own limited perspective. For example, when my son’s bike was stolen, the old me would have looked at the man who took it and thought: criminal, low life, worthless. But now, with the Lord’s perspective, I see something entirely different. I see a man who is broken, just like I am—someone in desperate need of Jesus, someone who is still precious in God’s sight. Now, when I see someone caught in destructive choices, I don’t just see a “criminal.” I see a person created in the image of God, deeply loved by Him, and desperately in need of the hope only Christ can give. I don’t have to share the same struggles to understand. Maybe I’ve never battled addiction like the man who stole my son’s bike, but I’ve had my own demons. I’ve carried my own chains of anger, pride, insecurity, ...