There are places not marked on any map—spaces carved by silence, shaped by longing, and touched by something holy. These are the still places where God waits. God waits in the stillness of sleepless nights when we whisper questions into the dark. He waits in the silence between heartbeats,...
Fear has a way of creeping in when control slips through our fingers. It doesn’t always arrive as a scream—sometimes, it comes softly, like a breath caught in the throat or a silence too heavy to bear. We don’t always call it fear. Sometimes we call it responsibility, concern,...
We talk a lot about history—and for good reason. History records lives lived, battles fought, revolutions sparked, and leaders remembered. But history also carries a common thread: everything in it… ends. We can’t sit down and talk with Abraham Lincoln about the Emancipation Proclamation. We can’t call up Martin...