How often does our search for meaningfulness stop us from seeing the meaning in our lives right in front of us?
As the world rushes around preparing the perfect holiday, I get caught up in the madness. But these Christmas hymns point me back to what really matters this season.
Lipstick has become my way of showing who I am. Or, well, who I feel like I am. The person I feel like I am day to day changes continually. But God never changes.
Covered with sores, I’ve begun to understand one thing: This is what my sin would look like if I had to wear it on the outside of my body.
Every time I pray with someone I catch my breath. What a beautiful privilege I am experiencing to escort them to the throne of God in prayer!