If the trauma moments lasted days long, it would be different. That would be Hell. But it doesn’t. It’s not a constant carousel of corruption, not like the movies where the protagonist spends the whole of the 24-hour day span in her room, on her bed—or under it—trying to hide from the memories and triggers.... Continue Reading →
Could you surrender to God and truly, with your whole heart, say "I could sing of your love forever" the moment after you sin, when surrendering to God is the hardest?
"Let this cup pass from me... nevertheless, not my will, but Yours be done." The immortal becomes mortal. The beloved Son of the Creator is clothed in human flesh that is torn, bleeding, sweating, and hurting as it is nailed to a wooden cross. His friends have abandoned him, hidden away, scared for their lives... Continue Reading →
I woke up this morning thinking about Judas Iscariot, you know, the guy history remembers as the "son of hell"? The one who betrayed Jesus to the Pharisees for 30 pieces of silver (roughly $250 in today's money, but that number varies depending on which scholar you ask). Most of us know the story: Jesus... Continue Reading →
When I was washing my cup out late last week, I washed the outside first and then the inside. I usually don't do that. I usually wash it the other way around. I didn't think anything of it until Holy Spirit reminded me of this verse: "Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you... Continue Reading →