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You’ve laughed with Tim Hawkins for years—but today, you get to meet the man behind the comedy.
In episode 413 of the 4:13 Podcast (wink!), Tim shares the story behind his journey into comedy, the failures that shaped him, and what he’s learned about making people laugh. And (spoiler alert!) it’s not about being witty or delivering the perfect punchline.
What does it mean to be blessed? Are Christians automatically entitled to happiness, fulfillment, and perfect peace? Should God’s presence guarantee us emotional ease amidst suffering?
Wow! Those are some very interesting questions, aren’t they?
Well today, you’ll get far more than interesting answers. You are going to be enlightened and inspired as we consider our expectations of what a life of faith should feel like as we face difficulties.
GIVEAWAY ALERT: You can win the book Stop Chasing Happy by this week’s podcast guest. Keep reading to find out how!
The world wants you to believe a person, product, or lifestyle can bring you fulfillment. Even as a Christian, it’s easy to fall for these empty promises and find yourself frustrated when they don’t deliver.
So, how can you experience soul-deep peace that endures beyond the sugar rush of earthly distractions?
Sometimes I can be so forgetful. Oh, girl, it’s bad sometimes. I forget my kids’ names. I forget phone numbers and appointments and birthdays.
Do you ever choose a word for the year? I do! I pick one so I can take the whole year to learn it, live it, receive it, and understand it!
So, what was my word for this year?
Happy.
Not long after I picked that word, though, I broke my finger and my hero dad passed away. Those aren’t exactly ingredients for happiness, huh?
A broken finger was a painful annoyance, but losing my dad broke my heart. Even so, in the midst of it all, I am still learning what it means to be happy.
Forgetful. That’s me! The thing that drives me crazy about being forgetful is that I can’t remember what I forgot! How about you?
I forget my kids’ names. I forget phone numbers and appointments and birthdays. So, I write down all that important stuff (not my kids names, I really do know those) and then I forget where I put the paper. Girl, it’s bad sometimes!
