A mini poem for you today. Just a reminder that you were worth 33 years of a man’s life poured out in blood. You were worth the unjust accusation, the merciless flogging, the nails, thorns, and cross. Jesus Christ took your loneliness. He wore your punishment. His love for you is otherworldly. Hope Coming soonContinue reading “She beholds the cross”
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Let him love you
Sometimes we forget the beauty of our identity as the bride of Christ. When we learn to let him delight in us, we experience the freedom and bliss only his love can provide!
Solitude prepares you for community. Here’s how:
The isolation of COVID-19 has left many of us restless and lonely. But there’s a rare gem to be found in this time of solitude. Learn how to enjoy rich solitude now, so you’ll be ready to enjoy even richer fellowship later…
Psst! Busy is a bad word
One thing I love about working in a coffee shop is that it gives me hundreds of five-minute windows into people’s lives. In a week, I probably greet 50 people who answer my “how’s-it-going” question with this same little word: Busy. Busy! Have you heard that before? Maybe from your own mouth — I knowContinue reading “Psst! Busy is a bad word”
What self-love won’t do for you
This is a post you’ll need to take a deep breath to read. Grab a cup of tea. Turn off distractions. Close your eyes for a moment and breathe. I say this because the words you’re about to read are uncomfortably different. These words are not the ones hanging over American culture today in captions,Continue reading “What self-love won’t do for you”
Perfect: something given, not earned
Straight to the point: I’m a perfectionist. I chase perfection like a shadow… a shadow that hovers in front of me, near but untouchable. Something tells me I’m not the only one to hunt perfection and never catch it. Here’s the crazy truth: Perfect does exist, and we were made to want it. Perfect doesContinue reading “Perfect: something given, not earned”
I’m in control! Or am I?
(the seldom-spoken truth about worry) There are some memories too vanilla for a video, too ordinary for a photo, and yet too magical for both. These memories have a curious way of burrowing in my subconscious and waiting for an equally ordinary moment to resurface. 2:15 PM, a random Tuesday in April: a jumbled messContinue reading “I’m in control! Or am I?”
