The words on the page sliced through me like a knife cutting through butter. How did I ever think of God as watered down? How did I ever imagine Him at the back of some solar system, far from human condition, watching with aloof-ness?
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We need sign posts on wooden poles, their arrows pointing a direction straight at our hearts with big letters, that’d read “Grace & Mercy–Receive it Freely.”
Read MoreThe enemy has watched people be born and watched them die. He guiles us with sneaky tactics and distractions. And why not? The more we chase after ghosts or everything else, the less we think about God or how Christ came.
Read MoreWhen we get sick enough in our hearts, then we come. At least, that’s how it happened for me. To the pit, to the very depths of who I was and who I was not.
Read MoreI related to Amber’s complex questions about the church & the twisted trek to restoring faith in all parts of the Bride. Yet in her stories, as in mine, she reveals the complicated turns it takes to return.
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My social media feeds have been flooded with racial unrest, refugees and war, abortion, political bickering, financial fears, and marriage issues. They’ve pressed in like a heavy and smothering blanket.
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