God is the one keeping me, holding all the cards in his hand. Knowing that, we who have put our faith in his name can breathe more easily, let ourselves relax in him, learn to enjoy him more.
Hallelujah, that my inheritance, my portion, is not dependent on me or anything that I’ve done but only—purely—what Christ has done. The grace is God to me, is astounding indeed!
And my heart whispers, “Bring me back to the One who loved me most." Tiny feet making giant steps forward, backwards dancing, straight toward her Hell. What happened to time? Gone. Whisked away, a gentle wind breeze. So my heart sobs quietly, “Bring me back to the One who never hurt me." Years passed, eons... Continue Reading →
We need never shout across the spaces to an absent God. He is nearer than our own soul, closer than our most secret thoughts. A. W. Tozer, The Pursuit of God I read those words yesterday morning and did little more than agree with them and marvel at the language Tozer uses throughout The Pursuit... Continue Reading →
The wooden figurine of Christ nailed to the cross hangs right behind my dad’s pulpit and always gives me the creeps. Maybe because it’s a constant reminder of my sin and worthlessness apart from Christ, which on other days would give me hope, but not today. Today, the cross mocks me. Maybe it’s the condemnation... Continue Reading →