Sometimes it’s the fullest and best moments with those I love that catch me off guard with their achiness for Jesus – and with their touch of God. It’s when the man I married when he was only a boy – the one who now knows me better than anyone else – speaks that truth, …

She looked at me with those dancing eyes, her heart at the surface. She’d just whispered her secret in my ear, safe from her siblings’ hearing. “I’m His favorite,” she spilled confidence as pure as it comes. It was the first thing that had come to her mind as we were circling the table and …

Tears spill heavy and I am torn in a moment’s time – torn as we all are when pain sears hot and we’re forced into the quandary that presses: What will I do with this heartache? Where will I run? The trouble with these painful times – no matter the cause of the infliction – is that they’re …

My oldest misses the mark and I am stingy. Stingy with the mercy that delivered me. In that moment, I’m a miser of the lovingkindness and longsuffering that rescued me. She’s looking at me with eyes so sorry for how she messed up, so heartfelt from her nine-year-old heart. And I, weary of the wear …

Alone and lonely, driving aimlessly down roads that were not yet home. It was not long after that day at eighteen, when I’d hugged my parents goodbye and braved the new horizon of on-my-own. All the years of countless one-on-one hours across little tables from Dad, prepared me now for this. Now it was time …

It’s not what I imagined, on the others side of winter’s cold, not how I envisioned that growing in God would look. He smiles lovingly, as though to say: It never is. But I am always good. It seems the nearer I get to that heaving, blazing heart of God, the less I know, the …