Dust you are—(and dust He is too!)
I finish my application. Before I send it, I pause, listening to the emotions warring inside of me. Excitement—“Jesus, I can hardly believe we’re here. I’ve wanted to do this…
Dust you are: growing small
I run past trees with limbs still winter-bare, each twig curled upward, reaching for heaven. Some days you can reach and other days your limbs are limp and the longing…
Dust you are: a call to pay attention
Someone asked her the question, “How do you identify when you’re doing something out of excellence vs out of perfectionism and striving? Holley gave several responses but this one captured me most:…