be still · faith · fear · hard things · love · perspective

for the well of my soul…

  My eyes are never purposefully open this wide at this hour of morning.  But they are wide and wet with tears – the sun hasn’t thought about coming up yet today.  I like to say I write ‘for the book’ but this is more about obedience, stillness and knowing, grieving, choosing joy in spite… Continue reading for the well of my soul…

faith · fear · hard things · perspective

the devil, killing snakes and some poop in the grass…

There’s 45 different ways I’ve thought to begin this one – possibly more for ‘the book’ but feeling compelled to purge nonetheless…. It may be valuable to generalize the two trains of thought that normally chug through my mind. The first is the one I try to give the loudest ‘voice’. It’s the one that… Continue reading the devil, killing snakes and some poop in the grass…

Christmas · expectations · faith · love

…when hallelujah feels like a whisper

It’s Christmas morning and I read in my devotion about the saviour’s birth – he ‘set aside His glory.’ Those words stopped me. The starkness of their simplicity, the weight of their consequence. Brought to mind the verse about ‘if God give us this, will He not then give us all things.’  Had to look… Continue reading …when hallelujah feels like a whisper