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...
In every scraped knee, and “mommy, my belly hurts.” In every text from states away with request for urgent prayer, and in the circumstance from a few bedroom doors down in need of urgent prayer. In every lingering chest ache, stirred up by an absent-minded...
My mommy and daddy love me soooo much! she penned across the page of her own moleskine journal. It was a long night, with a fresh new ending. He was making her new and working from the inside out. She took a misstep, we course corrected, and she had sunk deep instead...
