I am a masterpiece of God. So are you. This isn’t just my idea of a Friday morning pep talk, although goodness knows I could use one. This is the truth of God– that we are more than just this mess of flesh and bone and sin and desperation. We are masterpieces– works of art, […]
We are daily invited nearer and nearer to the God of the universe and His throne of grace– invited to come boldly and without fear, like a child running up to his daddy.
He gives more than we could ever ask or imagine . . .
Oh child small . . .
It became one of my favorite hymns during my freshman year of college– half my life ago. We would gather together and my friend Jonathan would play his guitar and we’d all sing, and I’d close my eyes and sing the harmony and feel the peace of the words wash over me– “It is well […]
Sometimes I am afraid of what the future holds. I am afraid what it holds for my children; will they face real persecution because of their faith? We’ve had it so good for so long here in our little corner of the world, but it certainly feels like the winds are changing. And I’ll admit […]
In a way, every step we take in this life carries us through the valley of the shadow of death. Every breath, every heartbeat, every word, every moment– all are limited and overshadowed by the reality that we live in a world that is dying. Some days we can forget it, or we can ignore […]
How I want to be one of the women there at the cross weeping, weeping; but I fear I am one of the disciples asleep in the garden. I am Judas selling the Savior for silver. I am Peter denying I ever knew Him. Far worse, I am there at the cross, but not with […]
When the snow finally comes to Iowa, it is a cold day in early February, and it blows in and covers the ground and coats stalks and branches and clotheslines and fences with its icy loveliness. It is a week since Grandpa last breathed, and in that time I have flown from the midwest to […]
Today I am closer to the brokenness and wrongness of this life than I usually am. Most of the time I can forget that this life the way we live it is not the way we were created to live. I forget that I was created for more. More. I am created to be innocent. […]