The brave who will love the same Light of the World, who will fiercely love all people, all made in and bearing the same image of God, who will love daily rhythms of grace.
Struggles actually can advance us on the path of seeing beauty again and finding God and, for me, discovering who I really am.
Maybe hard things just keep calling you because you’re meant to answer to higher and better things.
Keep reading the Word to keep the lights on.
His mercies are new, His compassions never fail. We choose to open our hands when what we’d rather do is clamp shut, protect, defend.
Why in the blazes do some miracles happen and others don’t?
He bids this tired mama to come and find rest in Him, not by escaping the noise of my household but by seeking Him in the midst of the chaos.
Somewhere along the way, perhaps you have systematically talked yourself out of anything great God may wish to do through you.
Jesus spoke life-altering words, but He backed them up with redemptive action—not only on the cross but through the way He loved people.
God is present not only in prayer and meditation rooms but also in the dense fertility of life crashing everywhere.
We know the good that comes from being known, and we are no longer afraid of it.
God doesn’t avoid or ignore pain. He sings a louder song over it. And He invites His hurting people to sing with Him.
Giving freely, when done in the context of the other practices, has a way of binding hearts, because it is done out of seeing and knowing the person right in front of us.
Every significant theological event in the Bible is marked by a tree.
Jesus is not just our Savior and Lord; He is our model.
