God’s Love is Like Skydiving (There’s More series, pt. 7)


You and the tandem partner strapped to your back—whom you’ve known for only five minutes—shuffle toward the back of the narrow airplane, where the door is open wide. Everything you’ve ever learned through commercial flying has been defied in the last thirty seconds, especially as you’ve watched the three other tandem teams stand in the doorway and immediately disappear.

Now it’s your turn to plummet. As you hang out the door, there is absolutely nothing between you and the ground, which is more than ten thousand feet below. Even though you’ve traveled by air all your life, the sensation of looking so far down is not the same as that moment you let go. Continue reading

A Confession (There’s More series, pt. 5)


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Have you ever tried walking a straight line in the snow? No matter how much you think you’re walking as straight as a compass, when you turn around, you realize your path is comparable to that of a dog on a sidewalk full of fire hydrants.

Well, that’s been me the last few months. I set out on this blog journey to pursue God’s love and I feel as if I’ve lost sight of what straight and true is. I think the end of last year derailed me. Continue reading

Strength and Weakness (There’s More series, pt. 3)


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God’s love and human ability. They don’t seem linked, do they? When I used to feel frustration at my inability to perceive God’s love, never did my own strength—or lack thereof—factor into my thinking.

Until recently.

Wow, has God been showing me a lot about strength. And weakness. Physical, spiritual, mental…

So, a little backstory:

I’ve not acquired the nickname Helga sarcastically. Though I was the youngest child and only daughter, my family never showed special treatment when it came to splitting firewood, hauling rocks, building, or helping my dad with his handyman jobs. In fact, I wouldn’t let anyone treat me as weaker. When necessary, I did my best to keep up with my dad and brother as we worked on our ranch and tamed a small wilderness. It was exhausting, but I would have been disappointed in myself if I couldn’t perform. Continue reading

Head vs. Heart (There’s More series, pt. 2)


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I’ve tried to write this post so many times. Like, a record number. Perhaps some reasons are:

1) When I look at this past month, some pretty big things have happened. Some on the surface, but most of them down deep. God’s up to something, and the waters are churning. It’s almost hard to focus on any one thing to write about.

2) This is going to be a series and first, non-intro pieces need to be a certain way, or so my perfectionist nature is telling me. But I don’t entirely know how I’ll be going about all this, so I’m just canon-balling in and maybe I’ll learn to dive later. Maybe. Continue reading

There’s More: a new series


I’m embarking¬†on a new adventure. God willing, I’ll never be the same.

And you’re invited.¬†Theres-More-A-journey-to

What is it? Well, the good news is this adventure doesn’t involve death-defying acts or a big budget. The bad news is I have no idea how this is going to work. But that’s what makes it an adventure, right?

Here’s a little glimpse into this new series: Continue reading

Jewels


I don’t often write—let alone share—poetry, but today I felt lead to share a sample. It was written a few years back in another country by what feels like another person, but the truth of what God was showing me at the time remains unchanged. Hope it speaks to someone.


 

Jewels

“Why me?” I cry to God

Under the weight of pain.

“It’s too hard, it’s not fair,

I’ll never make it,” I complain.

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So lost in me, I think

That no one suffers as I do.

“No one knows or cares.

No one know what I go through.”

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“Not so,” You tell me.

“Did I not suffer and die?

I Who bore the sins of man,

Who knows more so than I?

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“I Who raise the dead to life,

And turned water into wine,

Whose love required sacrifice—

I know what’s best for Mine.

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“For the promise of glory,

I suffered willingly.

I place hard things in your life

To make you more like Me.

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“Show Me what you’ve lost,

I’ll show what you’ve gained.

From my hand, dear child,

I give jewels out of pain.

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“You won’t find them in your scars,

But in the days ahead you’ll see

From the suffering of today,

I’ve sown seeds that honor Me.”

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“Jewels” Copyright Meagan Briggs 2011