The last time I saw my brother alive was 18 years ago this week.
The refining fire of August
comfort
Washed in the weight of grief
Platitudes are crushed by desperation. Fundraisers and emergency supplies are not enough when she cannot be found and even when she is.
The Voice of the Lord
Whatever the seemingly insurmountable obstacle or destructive force in the path ahead, they are no match for the One who created the fire, who shakes the wilderness.
This is a tourniquet
God is giving me, giving all of us, the opportunity to confidently and calmly tell them we have what will save your life in the end. There is a way this is supposed to work. There is a way to more than just survive.
Protective goggles and God’s staggering love for us
My eyes ached. I wish I were one of those strong and stoic people who said things like, “I wish I could take your place, take the pain for you.” But I’m not and I don’t. Instead I pray.
The wonder of Charlie Brown’s Christmas
We have expectations and disappointments and are often swept up in a world that glosses over the underlying glory of the truth.
The comforts of home
Following his lead does not lead to an inviting home on a temporal plane. It is a battle for the heart and mind against the quiet of fleeting, shallow fulfillment.
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