There is a quiet, steady truth about drawing closer to the Lord: as your light shines brighter, the shadows try harder to intrude. Lately, it has felt as though the enemy is working overtime, rattling doors and trying every subtle trick to get me to bite the hook. When I choose to stand still and … Continue reading Standing in the Midst
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In His Strength I Stand
He walks me through the hurtHe carries me through the painHe wraps His arms around meJesus is His name He knows the heart withinHis Spirit living thereThough I may not understandHe shows me that He cares The walk may not be easyHe proved this all too wellYet in the deepest shadowsHis love will still prevail … Continue reading In His Strength I Stand
Counting Blessings in the Amber Light
The room is cast in a soft, warm glow from the salt lamp on the bookshelf across the room—much dimmer and gentler in real life than the bright glare captured in the photo. I am lying here with Odessa, her little body shifting and settling as she falls asleep beside me, her breathing gradually slowing … Continue reading Counting Blessings in the Amber Light
A Little Breathing Room
You’ve probably noticed I haven’t posted a lot of my own writing lately, and I wanted to pop in and share why. Life has had a lot going on in the background recently, and with so much on my mind, finding the focus to sit down and write full pieces every day is just a … Continue reading A Little Breathing Room
Under the Shadow of His Wings
"He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart."— Psalm 91:4The house is still, wrapped in the gray, lingering dimness of an early morning before dawn. Outside, the sky hangs heavy with the promise of a storm rolling in over the … Continue reading Under the Shadow of His Wings
When Words Aren’t Needed
Some days are just like that. Some days are just heavy, and the weight on your heart feels too intricate or simply too private to put into words. You try to assemble the thoughts into coherent sentences, but language feels inadequate—or perhaps speaking them aloud makes the hurt feel too raw. In those moments, there … Continue reading When Words Aren’t Needed
Warning… Before You Had A Banner
I spoke before your schools were built,Before your boards were named;Before men gathered into campsAnd called their own acclaimed.My pages told of Christ the Lord,His cross, His empty grave;I sent you out to preach His name—For He alone can save.You ask a man who taught him first,Whose fellowship he claims;You search his past for trusted … Continue reading Warning… Before You Had A Banner
The Quiet Parables of Everyday Sacrifice
I can still hear my mother’s voice, echoing a truth she passed down with gentle certainty: mothers sacrifice. Growing up, it was never said as a complaint or a bid for sympathy. It was simply an unspoken law of love. I saw it in the early mornings, the endless effort, and the quiet ways she … Continue reading The Quiet Parables of Everyday Sacrifice
