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When I feel overwhelmed, challenged, knee deep in a difficult season, I cling to the things I know to be true.
What I’ve discovered, is that there is a mystery, an unexplainable beauty and a linear story that accompanies our creative gifts when we (with open hands) offer them back to God.
These capes and masks we wear are not just a barrier that keep everyone else out. They are also a prison of perfection that keeps us walled in.
I thought of how I’d looked for God in the wind — in activity, busyness, hustling to prove my worth.
All the feelings we experience—even the difficult ones—were given to us by God to help us experience, process, and learn from every facet of life.
His native tongue is Scripture, but God also speaks through doors and desires and dreams, as well as people and problems and even pain.
I used to run to people first to understand my heart; now I run to God.
I felt guilty about my lack of consistency and fervor when it came to prayer
For a thousand days, I allowed something to go unsettled and unhealed in both of us because of an offense to my pride.
I often find myself grabbing at whatever pieces I can reach, trying desperately to make something beautiful of them and forfeiting the peace that comes from believing He already has.
We get to form a better battle plan by beginning here, remembering and declaring who He is and humbling our hearts to worship.
Our union with God through Christ is not merely functional (we serve God, and thus prove fruitful), but beautiful (we are pursued at infinite cost to become the Bride of Christ, beloved children of God).
We all stand equal at the foot of the Cross, because we all belong to Christ.
What our community needs is not a perfect standard but people who seek to find Christ in others.
Walking is the one physical discipline that the Bible consistently associates with a life of faith. It’s so common it’s almost pedestrian.
