The most deceptive lies are the ones that are partially true. And the Father of Lies knows this…e are ‘made for more,' but it's for more of Him, not more of ourselves.
When Suffering Binds instead of Tears-How We Tell Our Story Part 2
When Josh talks about this time, he tells me he truly wondered if his wife would ever return to him—but more so, would she ever return to God? He knew he couldn’t force or change anything for me, and he knew God was dealing with me. His only job was to love me. It was a very sacrificial love those couple of years.
Chasing Hearts ~ loving + fostering teenagers
Teenagers are rebellious. I’m rebellious. We’re kindred spirits, them and I. That honeymoon period? I had one too.
How We Tell Our Story
Our brokenness will draw attention, but our healing is designed to be a witness bearer for Jesus.
The Spectacle of Mercy
Perhaps we wouldn’t have to work so hard to trust the fulfillment of His good promises if we wouldn’t soften the harshness of the severe. For it is in the contrast of these two where clarity is created, and we trust all the easier the depths of love pouring forth mercy from both...Herein lies the spectacle of mercy. Mercy fulfills all of Gods promises.
Shaped to be Free + Giveaway
You may appear to be dead, but your roots are engaged. They swell thick for they drink from the ALIVE water that never runs dry. Your roots have been firmed in the flood and have absorbed in the flames. Your branches may appear fruitless, but they are not empty. There may be no leaves to … Continue reading Shaped to be Free + Giveaway
There is a War on Love
Because I don’t want to just put words to type to fill an Instagram square or add another page to the blog post—I want it all bathed in love; I want it all to flow from His love for me. I want all the words I write to reflect His love alone because there is a war on love and Satan is the one waging it.
We Choose Welcome
We applaud, cheer and post incessantly on movies and songs that speak of the worth of the broken. We pour money into watching people play a character whose told they should be ashamed of who they are, but in the end shuts down shame with courage. We make quotes and photos of those we call brave who dare to sing, “This is me!” Yet in this very good use of creativity, we have somehow fallen into categorizing which brokenness is worth our fight and which is not.
In the Face of Evil
Living through Psalm 23 “Even when the way goes through Death Valley, I’m not afraid when you walk at my side.” It smothers. It’s a darkness and heaviness and dread like no other. It’s real. It’s so real that the word “terrified” only seems to brush the surface of its depths. Your throat fills, your … Continue reading In the Face of Evil
Remembering the Dust
When the surprises stop being forced into my view, like the grimy shower vent, they are forgotten; both pleasure and offense are tucked back into their corners, gathering dust, left to continue in misfunction.
