The Lovely Lie (the year of gathering)
I remember standing on stage with the chalkboard in my hands. Grace was the topic of the sermon series, and I was asked to share what that amazing grace...
He Proved He Was Both (the year of gathering)
It is the Monday after Easter, Resurrection Day, the celebration of new life given like the first breath in our lungs. I pray that, this year, it’s more than...
An Unexpected Love (An Unexpected Advent)
The Eternal your God is standing right here among you, and He is the champion who will rescue you. He will joyfully celebrate over you; He will rest in...
When Jesus Steps in to Dreams
I’ve shared this story with but a few people, and in a moment of bravery published it in a now defunct digital magazine a few years back. The story...
This is Where Quiet Time Lives.
I wonder why “quiet time” became defined by the perfect chair illuminated by the perfect light at the perfect time of day, flanked by the journal that has the...
Holy Week. 10 Easter Stories.
It’s holy week. And I’m undone in a most precious way. Not precious like the face of a smiling child, but precious like diamonds chipped from coal or goal...
Above All, Remember This: God Redeems Time.
“God redeems time.”
I’ve said those three words hundreds of times in conversations, written them in notes, spoken them from stages in all sorts of places. I even use them...
Over the Moon. (Isaiah 9)
This is for you, love, when you are in the waiting season. Let the words and prayer remind you of just how much your Redeemer is over the moon...
Fortunate Fall.
“Tomorrow is supposed to be day 635.”
She texts and I whisper the prayer. “Please don’t die.” I never let her know it in that first year, but there was...
Jesus Dreams and the Ache of Rescue.
It most always comes upon awakening. The ache. The chest caving in, find it hard to breathe ache found in the ligaments of life between the “I must do...
This is Where It’s Good.
I lie here in the quiet, the fragrance of the outcasts still lingering on my skin. Dust and city and cigarettes mingled with warm vanilla and freesia, shared by...
When I Forgot Who I Am.
I forgot who I am. For just a moment, I forgot. The morning found me knowing. In a conversation with a friend, I spelled it all out clearly. I...
