Recognizing Faithfulness When Life Doesn’t Make Sense
I’m a sister. Protective (and maybe a little bossy) describes me. I feel a kinship with Martha and Mary. Their brother Lazarus was sick, and he needed his dear friend, Jesus. The sisters sent word for Him to come. They waited. And waited. And waited. By the time Jesus arrived in Bethany to help, they had sat at the sick bed and then the death bed of their brother for several days. Talk about life…