Spun. Some guy with a mullet and loud voice had lobbed that one word my way. In all his 1989 wisdom, he had flicked his feathered hair back and snorted…
The thing about the love of God is that its depth and purity is so beyond our comprehension that it can be a lifelong process to get to a place where we understand that He loves us anyway.
…eventually, you’ll hear Him. Rejoicing over you with singing and proclaiming His name over you.
This is the heart of the matter: God can do anything.
Christmas comes for our grief. Christmas comes for the sadness we can’t speak out loud, Christmas comes to crush all our dark, Christmas comes for our wounded ache.
I wish I had known this far, far sooner.
The Lord taught me how to sigh in pain, how to weep in gladness, and how to trust during days of hope deferred.
Over the course of my life, I have learned to accept that I am still in process.
Wherever there is a place of Grace — we all find more of Home.
His Word made the heavens — and His Word remakes our hearts.
The notes may have kept bravely playing after Vegas, but this week in Thousand Oaks, it felt like the music died. They were all line dancing, linked and toe tapping,…
I’m offering thanksgiving to God that He hears my voice and knows my struggle and looks on me with compassion.
We are not failures, not un-beautiful, not unworthy after all.
What if we could learn to “see through” to the deeper meaning of things and discover the beauty and love of God?
