(Stay tuned for next week. I’ll be giving away books, free printables, and jewelry as part of my #write31days, series.) “All of God is accessible to you through Christ. Cultivate His knowledge above everything else on earth.” A.W. Tozer, Man: The Dwelling Place of God I sat on my blue couch, in Killeen, Texas, in the first house I ever owned with short-n-shaggy brown carpet under my feet. Fatigue...
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“God is wonderfully patient and understanding and will wait for the slow heart to catch up with the truth.” A.W. Tozer, Keys to the Deeper Life We see ourselves and sometimes truth looks back at us. But if we aren’t careful, if we look linger too long on our past, trouble brews a mountain around it. Our negative, internal tape pushes play and begins trash-talking us, about us. “Who do you...
Read More“The devil is not now pictured in the Scriptures as wise, only as shrewd. We are warned not against his wisdom but against his wiles, something very different.” A.W. Tozer, Man: The Dwelling Place of God As a little girl, I remember going to sleepovers, staying up past bedtimes or sane parents, and telling ghost stories. In our flannael pajamas, we’d pull our blankets around our shoulders. Sitting...
Read More“Though I recommend it to no one–and I do not need to, for it arrives unbidden into many lives–depression compelled me to find the river of life hidden beneath the ice.” Parker J. Palmer, Let Your Life Speak Nobody comes to the end of one’s self, in a rush. Instead we come sliding in sideways, breathless and wide-eyed. We come here because we are un-done and we are done with our old life. We come because...
Read More“When leaning into the Spirit, it is not process of mere hearing and then being okay. It is always the work of receiving.” Amber Haines, A Wild in the Hollow Rarely, a book comes along captivating you with exquisite imagery. In poetic tones, Amber Haine’s Wild in the Hollow, raptures the creative brain and compels it to fall in love with words, writing, and telling a story with richness. Whether...
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When I was young, I dreamt of flying. Some weeks, it was every night. I woke up thinking I still could. I flew above rooftops, slipped through massive power lines into a sky that was neither bright or dull. I was free, suspended as if an astronaut outside the shuttle, floating. There was no steering. No superwoman cape. No control. Just a soft rising. But the dreams turned nightmare when black clouds crept up the horizon....
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