They sang “Father Abraham” with giggles and squeals, arms flailing through the motions and faces revealing nothing but the freedom of youth. They were safe, free to be child in those daylight minutes, though many of them — we were told, in this film...
Winter is descending on Kansas City and December brings with it the shadow of hope that a season might warm me. But the Lights and traditions and the warmth which comes from deep-heart celebration are ancillary. I have to find the heat source, says my heart, after the...
Some days I can’t get over the beauty hiding behind every corner of life with these four former orphans. “Thank you, God, that you sent my Mommy and Daddy to Ethiopia to get me,” she whispered, head buried in her hands. And I swelled. We sat at a...
I can’t add more to God. My words — even the most God-inspired of them — are like a drop of water in the ocean of His depth. As I sit down to write my Monday morning adoration, the praise that’s been bouncing around in my head for days, I feel...
Psalm 34:1-2 I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth.** What is there that calls for a continuous response? A response, over and over and over again, that doesn’t leave me feeling tired or stripped-dry? You. You call me to...
Adoration makes a heart ready. It’s diving into the pool — before testing the water to see if you really want to immerse. I’ve found a funny little quirk about myself: when my heart feels cold, I don’t want to swim. Inertia allures me into...
