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Maybe I’m not the only one who needs a song to take me to a time and place filled with promise, to remind me of the things I have already won when the world gets to be too much.
If we come to peace with our mortality, let us never come to peace with Death as the shattering power that distorts and destroys life as God intended it.
The wildness of the way still has beauty and bounty, even when the path is overgrown. The paths through the hills are still dressed in God’s joy, no matter the brambles.
Mrs. Harrison is the first teacher I remember in Sunday School. She had a gentle smile, a modest bouffant, and she made sure I learned the most important thing: “Jesus loves me.”
Your home, O God, is in the mess and the mistakes as well as the grace and the gratitude. Your home is in all that makes me who I am.
When we are not feeling our defense and strength, we do well to adjust our crowns, knowing ourselves to be residents of God’s households, anointed for immense possibility.
Strengthen your heart as you wait for God’s early and late rain. Be patient. Show endurance. Dig and hope.
Don’t fall for the divine, dual-personality theory about God and the Bible. God is both gracious and wrathful, and we need God’s wrath as much as we need God’s grace.
Please…please…please…please? Please? PLEASE? PLEASE? Pleeeeeeeaaaase? Amen.
The right time for sabbath is not when our work is finished, but when it has piled up until we cannot see over it into a hopeful future.