Finding grace in a fearful word
Sometimes I encounter a perfectly good word that has, in my mind, grown into a bad word. And sometimes I’m invited to let that word become itself again, a neutral…
Sometimes I encounter a perfectly good word that has, in my mind, grown into a bad word. And sometimes I’m invited to let that word become itself again, a neutral…
As I was biking this morning—my own ongoing rehab exercise which I’ll need to do for the rest of my life—I was praying for someone else who has encountered a…
As I was pondering and praying about this blog post last evening, I felt like I was standing on the end of a high diving board—as though I’ve been climbing…