How do we rest in this chosen-ness? When it feels as if all hell has broken loose, how do we stand? I’ve talked to friends recently who are waking each morning wondering what news awaits that day with children who are wandering from the faith, making choices that frighten their parents, fears those parents feel completely unable to absorb, process, and respond to. We’ve been in that place.
When It Feels Like All Hell Has Broken Loose
When It Feels Like All Hell Has Broken Loose
When It Feels Like All Hell Has Broken Loose
How do we rest in this chosen-ness? When it feels as if all hell has broken loose, how do we stand? I’ve talked to friends recently who are waking each morning wondering what news awaits that day with children who are wandering from the faith, making choices that frighten their parents, fears those parents feel completely unable to absorb, process, and respond to. We’ve been in that place.