Truth spoken without love and wisdom can cause deep wounds.
There will always be valleys for us to find our way through. There will always be dark places where the light barely shines.
In January, it can feel like joy is hiding.
I am so guilty of looking at the cross as little more than a decoration that hangs at the front of my church.
What if God wants me to give my living to Him, not just my life?
The more aware I am of my own unworthiness, the more I understand the meaning of grace.
I am untangling what I believe and who I am and all the words that my God says about me . . .
When your heart is in danger you do what it takes.
Without Jesus, all our walking is leading us nowhere.
Things seem pretty dark in this little spot where I am, where Jesus promised I would have the light of life.