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A season of suffering is a small assignment when compared to the reward.
— Max Lucado
A whole new year is waiting for you. I pray that you'll pray for Jesus to grow in you, for everything you say and think and do to reflect more and more of him. For you and me, every day can be Christmas. Let's present the world with the greatest gift of all: Jesus.
— Max Lucado
Can you be more saved than you were the first day of your salvation? No. But can a person grow in salvation? Absolutely. It, like marriage, is a done deal and a daily development.
— Max Lucado
Don't see your struggle as an interruption to life but as preparation for life. No one said the road would be easy or painless. But God will use your mess for something good. "This trouble you're in isn't punishment; it's training, the normal experience of children. . . . God is doing what is best for us, training us to live God's holy best" (Hebrews 12:8, 10 MSG).
— Max Lucado
On the Anvil
— Max Lucado
We would be wrong to think this change happens overnight. But we would be equally wrong to assume change never happens at all.
— Max Lucado
Joseph's pit came in the form of a cistern. Maybe yours came in the form of a diagnosis, a foster home, or a traumatic injury. Joseph
— Max Lucado
GOD LOVES YOU JUST THE WAY YOU ARE, BUT HE REFUSES TO LEAVE YOU THAT WAY.
— Max Lucado
We Christians tend to miss this. We banter about pledges to "change the world," "make a difference for Christ," "lead people to the Lord." Yet these are by-products of the Christ-focused life. Our goal is not to bear fruit. Our goal is to stay attached.
— Max Lucado
But there is no way we can move forward together if you're going to hold me hostage to the past.
— Max Lucado
How we handle our tough times stay with us a long time. (P68)
— Max Lucado
Yesterday's Chelsea would have made both children change before leaving the house. But today's Chelsea served her kids chocolate chip muffins and walked them to the bus stop, leaving a trail of glitter and crumbs.
— Max Lucado