"๐จ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฑ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ." โ ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐:๐๐This morning, I stepped out onto my front porch in the chilly air, listening to the steady, gentle patter of rain and watching grey clouds settle over the treetops. Leaves were softly drifting down to … Continue reading Rooted Downward, Fruitful Upward
My Cup Runneth Over
This morning, as I poured my coffee, I accidentally filled my mug right to the absolute brim. Looking at that cup sitting there, so full it was almost overflowing, God hit me with a visual reminder of Psalm 23: ๐๐บ ๐ค๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ.Even when life feels overwhelming, Godโs goodness and grace aren't just barely enough … Continue reading My Cup Runneth Over
๐ป๐๐ ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐
I woke up this morning to a world transformed. Just the evening before, the view from my window had held a different shape, but overnight, the yard had filled with a brilliant blanket of fallen leaves, as if the trees had whispered secrets to the wind while I slept. It is a quiet reminder of … Continue reading ๐ป๐๐ ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐
The Math of Making Room: Finding Grace Beyond the Scars
There is a quiet, unvarnished honesty to a child that adulthood slowly polishes away. When a young child walks into a room, they donโt carry a spiritual rรฉsumรฉ. They don't try to impress anyone with how long theyโve walked with the Lord, how much scripture theyโve memorized, or how many church committees theyโve served on. … Continue reading The Math of Making Room: Finding Grace Beyond the Scars
๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ผ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต: ๐๐ฎ๐ถ๐๐ต ๐จ๐ป๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ฟ
The morning air off the Sea of Galilee was thick with mist, carrying the damp, familiar salt-scent of water and weathered nets.On a quiet path just outside Capernaum, two men approached each other. The Roman authorities had grown watchful, and an uneasy silence hung over the province. Trust was a rare commodity; expressing devotion to … Continue reading ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ผ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต: ๐๐ฎ๐ถ๐๐ต ๐จ๐ป๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ฟ
The Midday Moon
I stepped outside today in the middle of my normal routine, just going about the chores and rhythm of the day. But out of habit, I looked up. There in the middle of a bright, clear blue sky hung the moonโpale, quiet, and half-lit against the daylight.Standing there on the porch, a sudden, deep peace … Continue reading The Midday Moon
Finding Peace in the Surrender
Some mornings, the tiredness meets you before your feet even touch the floor. You wake up with that familiar weight, staring at the start of another day and asking yourself, ๐๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฆ๐ต?Because the reality is, the world doesnโt pause for our weariness. There is always a load of laundry waiting to … Continue reading Finding Peace in the Surrender
Woven In Royalty: The Names We Carry
If you line up the names I have carried over a lifetime, you would see a map of my heartโand yet, these are only a few of the names Iโve carried over the years.Some names came with youth and innocenceโchild, daughter." Others came with the sacred responsibility of love and legacyโmother, mom, wife. Some are … Continue reading Woven In Royalty: The Names We Carry
