When You Can’t Feel Jesus

When You Can’t Feel Jesus

Sunday healed what Friday broke but Saturday finds us holding our breath, stuck in the middle. Heaven waits patient and ready and I wait for redemption, reconciliation, restoration. I see the body broken and the Body broken and I weep and wail at the foot of the cross...
For When You’re Believing The Lies

For When You’re Believing The Lies

I lie to myself all the time. The thing is, I don’t realize I’m doing it. “You won’t ever measure up.” “You aren’t beautiful.” “You will never truly be loved.” I’m a lover of words, but they sure can do a lot of damage.Sometimes these sentences come from simple...