FOR HE ALONE IS WORTHY

It’s all coming undone— not slowly, not gently, but with the violent unraveling of threads pulled too tight for too long. I clutch the...

Beware when conviction becomes a nuisance instead of a nudge. Conviction is a gift—a quiet tug at the soul, a sacred echo of God’s voice...

Go Down Again Naaman stood proud, cloaked in valor, wrapped in robes of rank and ribbons— But beneath the armor, beneath the victories,...

We’ve dressed the anointing of God like jewelry—something to wear on Sundays, to match our mood or our music, to accent our spiritual...

Mary wept. Martha watched the road. Hope, once blazing like morning sun, now flickered low, shrouded by the silence of a Savior who did...

It is no easy thing to carry hurt in one hand and hope in the other— to believe in healing while you’re still bleeding, To look into the...

She had been folded in half for eighteen years. Eighteen years of eyes fixed on dust instead of daylight. She did not run to Jesus. She...

He did not hide the wounds. The risen Christ—glorified, victorious, alive—stood among His disciples, and yet the wounds remained. The...

“I’m fine.” “We’re good.” “No problem.” The quiet lies we whisper into the silence— polished phrases we’ve learned to wear like armor....

The End? When something precious fades, and the final page turns, we often sit in the silence, aching— grieving what’s slipped through...

Psalms 37:23 “The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord: and he delighteth in his way.” They must have thought He was too much....

Do not be deceived—influence is not the same as anointing. Jezebel held sway over a nation, Absalom stole the hearts of the people, Herod...

Lord, I wonder — who might I have been, if I had not been asked to carry these heavy things? Would I have climbed higher? Would I have...

God is good. All the time. But what about today? What about the moment when breath catches in your chest, and your world splinters with a...

I’m not over it. I’ve just learned to carry it differently now— like a stone once sharp in my chest, now smooth from the grace of time...

Jehovah Jireh, my Provider, my Portion, my Peace. When the brook runs dry and the cupboards echo empty, when my strength falters and my...

Philippians 2:3 “Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves.”...

My Mama, I see you today. I see you as you sit quietly with hands folded, heart heavy, and eyes turned toward the sky. I feel the ache in...

I don’t talk about it. Because when I try—when I press the weight of my heart into the tight cage of a sentence— it shrinks. It sounds...