Let us not fear the in-between as a place of despair but treasure it as the place where true, eternal hope reigns.
A small-scale tour of the goodness of God in 2021.
Twenty years since 9/11, and where are we now?
The world is scary right now, but we can choose to hope anyway.
I show up because I can’t not. But I’m learning a new way.
You know that scary house everyone whispers about? We bought it.
How strong the gentle hands that shaped the world and lift me up.
There’s an invincible summer that lives within you–and it has a name.
What strange relief to weep thanks at the feet of the one who robbed you.
In this quiet season, there is a small voice whispering.
It is not Him who is slow; it’s me.
Building strength isn’t just about the lift.