I scribbled a thought on a sticky note a while ago. Just a passing reflection, something I didn’t want to lose. It said: “They know what is going to become of them… the tragedy is…” I wasn’t sure what the ending was supposed to be at the time. Maybe...
Some questions don’t seek answers so much as they open doors into mystery, beauty, and the heart of God. This one is like that: Why did Jesus have to come as the Son of God, and not just as God in the flesh? And why did He have to...
After a night of weakness I wouldn’t wish on anyone, I woke up with nothing left to offer but a whispered “thank you.” Thinking back over the night’s trials, I remember calling, “Father, please help me.” It was all I could do to fight off the unwelcome invader riddling...
She said, “I love Jesus, but I can’t stand people.” It didn’t come from arrogance. It came from exhaustion. From years of giving more than most will ever know… and being met with disrespect in return. My sister served as a first responder—a paramedic—and later became an instructor, sharing...
Writing with your heart while attempting to speak to yours is a joyful experience that I take very seriously. Walking this road calls me to study and reflection, among other things. I now understand more the value of Jesus separating himself from the disciples and crowds for alone time...