
Pray Dirty: God wants your mess, not your act
There’s this idea that floats around churches and prayer groups and late-night conversations with people who’ve been hurt…

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,…

My beloved child, I know what happened. I was there — in the silence of that room when…

My beloved child, I watch you searching, and my heart swells with tenderness at your earnest seeking. You…