Smoke wafts from chimneys across the valley; toes curl inside pink fuzzy slippers in anticipation of the snow that is expected tonight. Hope is building as we work our way through The Glorious Coming, and the twigs my boys scrounged on a walk are now dripping with symbols from theRead the Rest…
I have been a puddle of late. A wet, messy, saturating puddle. And you know as I do that puddles creep, growing with moisture that is gathered at the edges. Where does this puddle come from? I cast gratitude heavenward with heart eyes for the answer to this morning cry…Read the Rest…
I knelt by the side of my bed this morning, having shut the bedroom door ever so dramatically, just so I could have a moment in private. I cried out. I laid bare my list of grievances. I wept and shared my frustration, worry, and my exhaustion with the LORD.Read the Rest…
Let not our longing slay our appetite for living. -Jim Elliot, in a letter to Elisabeth, his future fiancee. I could stand in one place and pivot, setting my foot first in the bathroom, then the master bedroom, the kitchen, the living room, and the boy’s room. It was tiny,Read the Rest…
A yoke is a burden itself, a burden in addition to all the other burdens; and yet it has a peculiar way of making the other burdens easier…We are well acquainted with the yoke of the draft animals. The yoke alone enables them to pull the heavy burden without feelingRead the Rest…
