Like a Potter with a lump of clay, God has traced and refined and spun. He has taught me the value of cracks and scars. He has defined my purpose. He has spread light into me and salted me rich. He’s not done. How glorious! He is still changing and molding and redefining. But some desert moments…
My mother never sugar-coated Christianity. She lived it raw, and hard, and glorious, and miraculous, and painful, and in such brutal honesty that I reached womanhood with a burning desire to know this scandalous beautiful Savior. Her faith stills me quiet. Her passionate existence stirs me to move and live and fight. As a small…
I met Jessica a little over a year ago now and feel like I have known her all my life. I have her family picture up on my fridge just to hear people exclaim, “Wait, how many babies do they have?” After facing infertility, their family experienced the joy of a daughter and then TRIPLETS….
Do you ever have moments of pure grace? I had one this evening when I stumbled upon something I had scratched into a notebook five years ago. It was like a bucket of water given to someone dying of thirst. ______________________________________________________________________ Judges 6:15 “But Lord,” Gideon replied, “how can I rescue Israel? My clan is the weakest…
The hard days don’t come that often anymore, but they do come. Sweeping in and leaving me lost and trembling. The voice says, “It’s only because you’re lazy and don’t have enough money. If only you had ___________ then you would have what you desire.” The words that fill the blank vary on the day but…
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