When I was sick recently, the Holy Spirit showed me something new about healing. Turns out God was after relationship while I was after miraculous healing.
Life is the stage set for our intimate knowledge of God, a rich knowing of the Most High.
Quiet was never intended to be an occasional gift from God; it is a necessity. And when I am forced to wait for Him, I am forced to be quiet.
The work to believe may be the hardest work we’ll ever do, but the rewards for a job well done are beyond our imagining. Here's a story of work rewarded.
I am tempted to hate the person who pokes at my open wounds, wounds that are only open because I lack forgiveness in that place. Once I forgive, I'm free.
Any time I come out of my quiet life into the bubbling whirl of people, I need silence in the aftermath to seek God's face and restore my spirit.
I know the gift that is loving someone, yet I have been a miser when it comes to letting someone love me. I've denied that gift to others.
The heart cannot stay contained. What is in it will soon spill out, and God alone can bear the full truth of a human heart.
Trauma and abuse can negatively affect our physical bodies. Our body can literally be like a scorecard keeping a record of life’s events, telling our story.
If the condition for finding Him is to search for Him with my whole heart, He must first connect me with my whole heart.
I only have one story, and so do you. Until we’ve made peace with our story, we’re either a walking time bomb or a master of lies.
Living healed rather than broken matters because I'm not the only one in the world who's been hurt. The walking wounded are everywhere and they're in need.