Casting Seeds

Father, I just want to tell You all the things on my mind. Because I’ve been in my head excessively—it’s oppressing me and causing anxiety. I want to give these thoughts over to You—let You hold them, take care of them: “Cast your cares,” You tell me. I grip these thoughts, like seeds in my hands, closed fists. … More Casting Seeds

Without

I’ve thought about You. Thought about what life would be like without You. Could I close my eyes and imagine? Or could I hold my breath for eternity and never go blue? Without You, I wouldn’t be. I used to pretend the world would just keep on going. Spinning, we’d all keep dreaming. But really, … More Without

Burn

Fingers of flame, tickling the air; Why are you so captivating? Waves of light surge and disappear; Are you real or phantom?   This small flame, so insignificant In my hands threatens to burn me. But pain is just a shadow compared To the fullness of Your glory.   You consume me in Your mystery. … More Burn

Spiritually Blue

“Will the Lord spurn forever, and never again be favorable? Has his steadfast love forever ceased? Are his promises at an end for all time? Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his compassion?” Psalm 77:7-9 (ESV).  These words, these questions, raw and vulnerable, remind me of the times when I’ve felt spiritually low. And this helps me … More Spiritually Blue

This Half of Reality

I keep coming back to this theme that somehow life is so much more vast and unsearchable than I think. Truth is so complex and multifaceted. The gospel is an unending story of redemption that might never be completely resolved. I have questions–are there answers? Are we supposed to live in mystery? What is the … More This Half of Reality