The limits of discipline {OR When God's love tastes like ice cream}
I was walking along the seawall, hands pulled up into my sleeves away from the chilly dusk air, arguing with God about a bowl of ice cream. I’d been reading…
I was walking along the seawall, hands pulled up into my sleeves away from the chilly dusk air, arguing with God about a bowl of ice cream. I’d been reading…
For half an hour, Pastor Darrell leads us through Acts 16, showing us how Jesus is setting every person in the passage free. He invites us to write on a…
It’s what I preach to myself when things feel too heavy. When I’m tempted to shoulder burdens not meant for me. When the world is whizzing by and the do-list…