Prayer was like trying to drive a car for the first time with a stick-shift. I was trying toooo hard

Something was missing.

Do I go to prayer? Or do I go to God?

Crashing into the bathtub was not something I was willing to go through. There had to be another answer.

There was no need to pretend or hide.

Heaven responded with words - beyond words

Dear Reader…

a cold December day

Be-ing still… precedes stillness

It is here that our song arises even as the dawn arises through the darkness of night.

Hope in God is not fantasy.

What appeared to be the end of the story ended up becoming one of his finest chapters.

a joyful heart is good medicine

Thoughts on Christmas, gifts, and advent love

My morning prayer for you

He gave the moon and stars to illuminate our darkness and new mercies with every sunrise.

If you really want God to get All the glory, why do you get upset when He uses someone else?

Not everything is idolatry, but anything can be idolatry.

The place of impending good despite difficulties

This is the air I breathe…