Waste, Worth and a Window of Time

I’m moved again by the young girl from Bethany, pouring her costly perfume of spikenard over Him just days before His death. She knew who He was. And her response alone showed Him the extravagance fitting for His identity, while … Read more

My Dependence on His Tenacity

The more I grow in loving and knowing Jesus, the more I see how utterly dependent I am upon His upholding of my heart.  I cannot keep my own heart alive. Every point of progress and each forward movement is … Read more

Fools for Love

My Father is the kindest One…always kinder than I had imagined… always surprising me by levels of gentleness unexpected, levels of tenderness unanticipated. So often I imagine that I am twisting His arm in my asking for a greater revelation … Read more

Hidden in the Unseen

I have joined myself to an Ocean, and I cleave to a world unseen. It is not only a joining that we embrace but a free-falling. In our descent, a drawn out cry comes forth as our last request, “Have … Read more