I almost didn’t write today. My bed and I had a serious meeting this morning… and I was losing. It said: “Come closer.” I said: “Lord, help me.” Pillow ministry almost won. I’m tired—the kind of tired that makes responsibility feel like noise. Even my Easter break tried… but I still came out needing rest from my rest. And I think a lot of us are on 2% pretending we’re fine.
There is something quietly happening to our hearts. It’s not loud.It’s not obvious.It is not
On a particular Sunday afternoon, as students were resuming from the holiday break, I received
I can imagine Apostle Paul writing to us today… and bro would not be smiling. He’d be thinking: ‘Flashlights on phones in worship? The Holy Ghost didn’t RSVP for a photo shoot…’ But hey—new generation, right?
I’ve journaled on and off for years. Some seasons, I was consistent, daily entries, thoughtful
At what point does helping someone become disobedience to something greater?
I was faced with that question over something as simple as water.
Last Sunday evening, I did something that might sound mundane but has quietly become one
Fear doesn’t always come from our own experiences. Sometimes it comes from the stories we inherit from others.
Have you noticed something strange at social gatherings lately? We sit at beautifully arranged round
One day, the people who held us steady as children will move slower than we do.
One day, the voices that once called us every hour will wait for us to call back.
Have you ever wondered what life really looks like when those we love begin to age?
Let’s talk about it.
