Fruitfulness
The day hangs heavy with possibility. Sometimes you touch its tip and it springs open, scattering seed on the fertile soil. Sometimes you prod and the pod sticks stubbornly shut.…
The day hangs heavy with possibility. Sometimes you touch its tip and it springs open, scattering seed on the fertile soil. Sometimes you prod and the pod sticks stubbornly shut.…
As recently as yesterday I’ve said it, how I hate change. Even good change. But this morning I’m not sure that’s true anymore. Is it possible that even…
“I just want you to trust me that it’s okay.” It's an act of deep grace that returns us to the same lesson again and again, Him unwilling for His beloved…