The Beauty of Breaking
There’s a quote that’s been sitting with me lately: “God uses broken things. It takes broken soil to produce a crop, broken clouds to give rain, broken grain to give bread, broken bread to give strength.” – Vance Havner I’ve been thinking about that word… broken. If I’m honest, it’s not a word I like.…
Full, But Not Fulfilled
There’s a story shared by Stephen R. Covey in his book First Things First that’s been sitting heavy on my heart lately. A professor stands in front of his class with an empty glass jar. No explanation. Just a jar. He reaches down and begins placing large rocks inside it. One by one. Slowly. Intentionally.…
Who We Walk With
I’ve been thinking a lot about relationships lately. And, no, it’s not just romantic ones. It’s all of them, in general. Friendships. Conversations. The people we let speak into our lives. Because whether we realize it or not… The people we walk with shape the direction we go. There’s a verse that keeps coming back…
Being known
But the Lord said to Samuel, ‘Do not look at his appearance or at his physical stature… For the Lord does not see as man sees; for man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart. — 1 Samuel 16:7 There is a kind of knowing that only God holds. The…
What Was Better
I’ve heard the story of Mary and Martha so many times. Haven’t you? Usually, it’s taught like this: don’t be like Martha, be like Mary. But reading it again, something stood out to me this time. Jesus didn’t actually say that. He wasn’t like, “Hey, Martha. Be like Mary.” In the Gospel of Luke 10:42,…
Beneath the Surface
The lake was still today. Not silent. There were birds, distant movement, the gentle rhythm of water brushing against the shore. But still in the way that makes you pause. The kind of stillness that doesn’t demand anything from you. It just holds you. “Be still, and know that I am God.” — Psalm 46:10…
The God Who Answers
The crowd gathered early. Not because they believed, but because they wanted to see. They were curious. There had been no rain for so long now. The ground was cracked, the air dry, the kind of dryness that settles into your bones and reminds you something is wrong. And everyone knew why. Or at least……
The Morning He Said My Name
I went before the sun rose. I couldn’t stay away. Sleep hadn’t come, not for me, not really. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again. The cross.The sky darkening. The moment everything seemed to end. So I went early. While the world was still quiet. While the grief still felt fresh. I…
The Day I Couldn’t Stay
I told Him I wouldn’t leave. I meant it when I said it. Even when the others looked unsure… even when the room felt heavy and His words felt distant. I was certain. “Even if all fall away… I won’t.” I said that. I believed that. I believed I was different. Stronger. More loyal. But…
The Night Love Knelt
I remember the way the room felt that night. Not loud. Not chaotic. Just… heavy, in a way. Like the air itself knew something we didn’t.The kind of heaviness that presses gently against your chest, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you aware that something is about to happen. Something you don’t want…
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