Amber is a new breed of wordsmith. She hasn’t pounded out a phrase with a literary hammer until it falls into place. Instead, she has knit phrases softly together, or rather, brush-stroked them into existence. They don’t proudly display themselves before us—they dance with grace and humility.
I am BARELY evangelical, hanging by a thread.
It happened to him, the same as it happened to me.
As I pulled into a rainy parking lot, I whispered a prayer for our time together, because I know that sometimes a meeting can change everything.
Jesus rose on Sunday. We rise on Monday. A chance to start over. To begin again.
We’ve been told that we are made in God’s image, yet we are light years apart. Sometimes I just wish he were more like me.
I will not be casting a vote for Trump because I simply do not believe in his politics. But he IS my brother. And I’m no better than him. Not one bit.
Maybe the moment you flip God the bird is the exact moment he looks into your eyes and says, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.”
It’s 5:55 in the morning and I am watching Chuck Norris sell gym equipment. Christie Brinkley has somehow been roped into helping…
God is either a dream come true or an absolute nightmare. At times I’ve wondered.
If we are to live with a greater measure of internal peace, settling for less than picture-perfect in our work, family, fitness, friends, and faith, may NOT be us giving up or giving in. It may simply be us accepting those things WE CANNOT CHANGE.
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We know what “nice” is. And we know what “mean” is. We know what MINE is.
You were designed for a purpose. You are God’s instrument.