When you’re ashamed of the mess
They come, the memories, as I struggle with my messy heart, wishing I could make it all neat and tidy and clean. Feeling ashamed of having to ask for prayer…
When you have nothing to give
Ashamed, I hesitate. It seems a poor gift for a King. I offer it anyway. All of my longing, my emptiness, my helplessness. And the Gracious One reminds me of…
The single step to transformation
A shift of the camera, this is all, and the blossoms are transformed. A slight turn so the light shines full on the petals, letting them be what they…