Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into His hands, and that He had come from God and was going to God, rose from supper and laid aside His garments, took a towel and girded Himself. After that, He poured water into a basin and began to wash the...
“And when Jesus was in Bethany at the house of Simon the leper, a woman came to Him having an alabaster flask of very costly fragrant oil, and she poured it on His head as He sat at the table. But when His disciples saw it, they were indignant, saying, “Why...
My flesh, loud against the gentleness of the Father, is not the final word. Wouldn’t you know it, the very thing set to derail me, is His opportunity to shine … in me. My weakness is His perfection. And a taste of Him, like this, in me makes me want to...
I ended my road run on the beach the morning after we arrived. Up the boardwalk stairs, I could smell it before I saw it. I always loved that first look at the ocean after a year spent only viewing it in my memory. I had forgotten, in that moment, that the last time I...
[Lately I’ve been practicing a new form of adoration. Instead of just a verse or two or three that describe Jesus, I’ve been taking a passage about Him from the gospels and sliding myself right in there — feeling the desert-dust on my knees and...
And all Mine are Yours, and Yours are Mine, and I am glorified in them. John 17:10** I am Yours. I can hide in the safety of another’s leadership over my life; leadership from One who is so kind. You claim me. You aren’t afraid to own me, all of me and all...
