You see me in all my disparate parts, the good and the bad, all stitched together like a quilt…

Smack dab in the center of chaos was this beautiful reality of majesty and glory.

In a perfect world, we would get it all right

Do you matter?

Being liberated from the pretense of our own sketched portrayal of wholeness, is a tranquilizer for the soul.

There are wisps of purpose along the way… but at some point, those vaporous wisps are often just not enough to hold onto.

One by one, he lets me see my list in microscopic peaks, little glimpses of Majesty in motion.

It is a deeply moving story.

I can’t help but think, how often do I just take life for granted?

Faith is not a bootstrap mentality. Faith is a gift.

Most of us are familiar with this phrase “when life gives you, lemons, make lemonade.“

The hot dry sands of unanswered prayers can blow fierce against a life.

What is your greatest need?

It’s much easier to get bitter than to hold on to joy.

I know I’m not alone in this Circadian rhythm disruption.

A subtle slacking can be effortless but leaves a dullness in it’s shadow.

I can’t help wonder why we are so captured by these trends of fabrics and designs that drape our frames with these coverings.

It is the very Word of God that awakens us to Him.

I want to focus on the blessings

He gives off innocence and normalcy and has clearly become a part of the background scenery.