Somewhere amidst the clamor of a Sunday morning, a girl walked into our dining room.
Doesn’t humility demand we accept that some things will never change? Something does, but not humility.
Fear acts like a friend, making promises, but taking prisoners.
The specific sins from which we’re saved can become holy embers from which His light burns brightest in our lives. How can men and women in darkness know the Savior He is unless they hear of the strong, dark giants from which He has saved us?
I prefer to say I’m “on a journey.” But sometimes, that sounds a bit too certain, like I know where I started, where I am, and where and when I’ll arrive. In so many areas of my life, I don’t know any of these things. I’m wandering. As a father, there are times I feel […]
Into this, our story, steps Jesus. He is the author. And He is the plot twist.