FOR HE ALONE IS WORTHY

Some days, I catch myself wondering if my life, the hard one, the cracked, open one, has any less glory in it than someone else’s gentler...

He deceived them. Not the weak, not the weary, not the wondering. But angels. A third of heaven’s host. Beings who stood in the fullness...

It’s heavy. Not in the way a burden is heavy, but in the way silence is—when it echoes in the hollow places of your soul that once held...

There are days I replay the moments I said nothing. I stood in rooms thick with wrong, where lies paraded as light, and evil dressed...

There are things I’ve longed for, things I’ve pleaded for, cried over, planned for, and maybe even thought I deserved by now. I’ve stared...

“If You had been here…” That’s what Mary said. That’s what Martha cried. That’s what I whisper in the night when no one sees the ache. If...

“Here am I… send me.” I thought it would mean nations. Influence. I thought it would mean adventure. Purpose. Holy ground soaked in...

I don’t know how to explain this ache that nestles itself into the corners of my soul. It’s quiet. Not always loud or violent. Not always...

I used to pray for the prevention. For the closed door before it slammed shut. For the diagnosis to never come. For the betrayal to never...

Sometimes, I just want to know that something good is coming. Not even right now, just eventually. I want to see the faint outline of it...

Sometimes I wonder if You’re disappointed in me. I wonder if You sigh when You see me still struggling. Still dragging the same aching...

October. It drifts in quietly, with its gold-drenched leaves and cinnamon-scented promises… and yet for some of us, it is the month that...

They thought He was cursed. They looked at Him—bloodied, bruised and assumed it was justice. They thought God had turned against Him....

Some prayers remain unanswered, not because God is cruel, but because this is not the ending. Not yet. Some dreams never come wrapped in...

There are days I look around and wonder, Is anyone in charge anymore? It feels like the whole world is spinning off its axis…the...

I used to hide the scars. I used to trace them with trembling fingers, wondering if they meant I was broken beyond repair. I didn’t want...

The waves were wild. They didn’t just slap against the sides of the boat…they screamed. The kind of storm that makes seasoned fishermen...

This side of eternity is the only time we will ever get to worship Him through pain. Not past it. Not despite it. But through it. In...

“Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.” — Proverbs 27:6 They rolled their eyes when he raised...