“Do not fret over your heavy troubles, for they are the heralds of weighty mercies.”
this was tweeted by tullian tchividjian (grandson of billy graham) and a pastor here in florida. i read that tweet just as i was fretting over some troubles. imagine God speaking through twitter. well, He spoke through an ass once. or twice (read this blog more to experience that second "ass" speaking phenomenon.)
tullian was a prodigal son for quite a while before he became a pastor. i like that about him. his grandmother certainly knew how to handle a prodigal. with much prayer... and much trust... and some really great poetry writing...
i also like that pastor tullian tweeted this yesterday...
his son gabe is a senior in high school (being a good internet stalker is the hallmark of the mother of teenagers.) i don't know what is going on with sweet adorable cross country runner gabe whose 5k time is a wee bit faster than maxx's (told you i was a good stalker), but i am praying for him today. and for some other sweet adorable teenagers regardless of how fast they can run... because they can't outrun God. "God, get them. fetch them. hunt them down like the hound of Heaven that you were, are and will be forever... bring them home. make them whole. give them Your peace. Your presence. Your life. Your truth. amen." my prayers tend to be too wordy for tweeting. i like to cover the bases with God. in case He is ever confused as to what i really need. ha. (refer to that above reference about speaking thru an ass...)
tully has a new book out (i like to call all the pastors that i don't actually know by their lea-given nicknames, thus john piper is johnny to me. matt chandler is matty, andy stanley is ... well, andy.)