A Good Friday Reflection There is a moment in the final hours before the cross that I find myself returning to more often now than I used to. Jesus...
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Trusting the True Author with Our Dog-Eared Pages
I’ve turned a lot of pages in my life—some with hope, some with dread, and some with a cup of coffee going cold beside me while I tried to decide if...
A Christmas Reflection
Christmas is around the corner, and I am sure, like all of you, when I sit back and look at the houses lit in the neighborhood and the decorations...
Manna Still Falls Where Hearts Are Open
“Then the Lord said to Moses, ‘Behold, I will rain bread from heaven for you…’”— Exodus 16:4 ESV I sat this morning with a cup of chai and a quiet...
When Love Comes Running
Not long ago, I wrote about the quiet ache of when love feels lost—those moments when God seems distant and our hearts wonder if we’re alone. My...
When the Heart Still Speaks
They say the heart has a mind of its own—but what if it also has a voice the brain can’t silence? Science calls it neurocardiology—forty thousand...
The Joy of What We’re Becoming
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...
Not My Faith—But His
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...
When the Hurt Goes Unseen
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...