
Submission Isn’t What You Think It Is
Few words in the Christian vocabulary have done more damage than “submit.” It shows up in wedding ceremonies,…

Few words in the Christian vocabulary have done more damage than “submit.” It shows up in wedding ceremonies,…

My Overwhelmed child, I see you there, racing against the clock that never stops its relentless turning. I…

There’s this idea that floats around churches and prayer groups and late-night conversations with people who’ve been hurt…

My Sweet Child You have been walking through shadows lately, haven’t you? I see you there, in the…

My Friend, I watch you now in this season of abundance, and I smile. Your days unfold with…

My weary one,, I see you there, carrying burdens that were never meant to rest upon shoulders such…

Dear One, You stand at the threshold now, don’t you? Behind you stretches a path marked by achievements…

My Recovering Child, You stand before me now, and I see you clearly—not as you were in those…

Friend, You come to me wearing masks you did not choose, speaking words that are not your own,…