I squeezed my eyes more tightly and tried to get rid of the man. I worked to conjure up an image of anything else. Surely I could imagine something more sophisticated, more dramatic maybe. Something grander. Something better. I was, after all, asking for a glimpse of the God who formed the Universe with just a thought.
But I couldn't see anything else. He just stood there, his eyes set on me, that man with the balloons.
Read MoreGod has had me in a real quiet season for the past few months--working in my heart to heal me and set me free from a life of anxiety and perfectionism and people-pleasing. And this podcast episode, with Francie Winslow and Heather MacFadyen has helped me to get on my knees and hear God speaking beautiful truth into roots of lies in my past.
Read MoreI'm all-in when I'm in. I give more than 100 percent. I don't know how to do anything half-heartedly. But something's been telling me that my unrest has more to do with my heart than anything else.
Read MoreDo you feel like you’re in a desert? Maybe wandering. Maybe hiding. Maybe alone or empty or worn down. Hungry, longing, reaching, walking…
Read MoreI stayed low. I stayed on my knees, in my heart even when I couldn't touch my physical knees to the ground. I stayed near to the One I knew would carry me through, whatever that looked like.
He's there, my friend. In the pain and the lack and the letting go. He never leaves. He pierces the darkness with His powerful, beautiful Presence.
Read MoreOne of the most quintessential things about children is their curiosity. It's the fact that they ask, "Why?" And they ask it again. And again. And again.
They want to understand. They crave knowledge. They are hungry to learn.
If God wants us to have child-like faith, then it looks to me like He's willing to entertain our questions and our pleas for understanding...
Read MoreAre you weary, worn out, wondering, worried?
I need something to lift the pressure. Do you?
Read More...creating pure white just always seemed out of reach to me. I couldn’t achieve the color on my own. No matter how hard I stirred and mixed and blended.
...Have you thought of that purity as something that is wholly out of reach for you—so completely unattainable?
Read MoreIt's there. Behind me. Behind you. The voice that says you'll never measure up. The voice that tells you to fear. The voice that repeats itself endlessly. The voice that wants you to believe that it's just not worth it.
I hear it. Do you?
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