Let your soul sway and lurch with the storm, keeping one eye on the One who can still it with a word, even as you cry out to him to save you.
The Word of God will stand forever- I exhale. What peace, what security!
I cringed as I tried to explain why my discipline was somehow connected to their relationship with God. I knew they needed it, but never really understood why outside of my own selfish needs or social constructs.
Authority and submission are not a system of organizing worth . . .
I have come to realize that my undone-ness is solely based on the glory of the people around me…
Grit is developed over time. The long-suffering of life-long barrenness had produced in Elizabeth a holiness (Luke 1:6, ESV).
Suffering with Christ is the avenue to knowing God’s goodness in your bones.
My mind is weighty with new old truth. Does the gospel ever just hit you fresh and fiery like the first time again? It’s like digging a well you’ve dug for years when suddenly, fresh, cool water streams in, turning dry cracked earth back into fertile life-bearing soil. Incarnation: a word that typically brings toContinue reading “The Power of Flesh”
I tuck into “child’s pose” because I am a child. I need His arms to wrap around me.
My eyes welled as they scanned the words−each one spreading salve on my current situation. I had just traveled through a dark valley, overcome by depression and wracked with physical sickness. I had spent the night before crying on my bathroom floor to the God Who Sees. I poured over Psalm 116, reliving the bigContinue reading “Finding Jesus”