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Ten Steps Earlier

There’s nothing gentle about Proverbs 4:14–15. “Enter not into the path of the wicked, and go not in the way of evil men. Avoid it, pass not by it, turn from it, and pass away.” It almost sounds like the Spirit is stacking verbs for those of us who are tempted to think, I’ll be…
Kept in the Middle of It

There are days when I catch myself wishing Jesus had prayed a different prayer for His followers. Something like, “Father, pull them out as soon as it gets hard,” or, “Build a safe little bubble around them where nothing ugly can touch them.” Instead, on the night before the cross, He said this: “I pray…
A Space for Greater Things

I came to Him with nothing—not even strength to pray;my dreams lay cold and scattered,like leaves in winter’s sway. The soil of hope was hardened,my hands were stripped and bare,and silence seemed my portion—it felt He wasn’t there. But somewhere in the shadows,beyond what I could see,His mercy still was moving,His weaving silently. The grave…
When the Heavens Unfold

There are nights when prayer feels like talking to a closed door.You say “Father,” and the word seems to fall back into your own chest.You read the promises, you whisper the need,and the ceiling looks back at you blank and still. You wonder if you misheard.If your faith is too small.If you are asking wrong.If…
Porch Lights in the Rain

Porch lights glowing through the rain, our door left open wide,A seat kept warm, a gentle word, a place to come inside.No fixing first, no tidy tale, just truth and tender care,A listening heart, a steady hand, and time enough to share. We’ll mend with mercy, stitch with hope, and bind up shame with grace,We’ll…
The Table Before the Fire

Scripture Focus: “But Daniel purposed in his heart that he would not defile himself” (Daniel 1:8). Sometimes the deepest battles make almost no sound. No clash of swords, no roar of crowds—just the soft settle of a plate on a table, the quiet ring of a cup, the low murmur of an ordinary meal. It…
Under the Carpenter’s Measure

Peace does not arrive with fanfare.It comes as a thin thread in the hand—easily broken, easily ignored—yet strong enough to pull a lifeback from the edges. I have learned this:the heart fractures long before the voice does.A quiet judgment here,a hurried assumption there,the beam settling into the eyeone splinter at a timeuntil I cannot seeeven…
Dust Where Mercy Writes

There are dayswhen the heart feels like a househalf-remembered—doors open,windows shuttered,light falling in placesI have not dusted in years. Something moves inside—not loud enough to name,just enough to rearrangethe shadows. I once thought peace was stillness,but stillness can be the quietof broken potteryleft where it fell.Peace is something else—a slow gathering of fragments,a palm cupped…
Work of His Hands

(Inspired by Ephesians 2:10) Before the dawn first kissed the earth,Before the seas gave song its birth,Your name was traced in love’s design—His masterpiece in heart and mind. The Potter shaped from common clay,A vessel set for light to stay;Each curve and line by mercy traced,No stroke of grace by chance misplaced. In Christ, the…
Peter

The Sea of Galilee shimmered beneath early light, a mixture of rose and silver, wind-stirred in places but calm in others—the kind of morning when fishermen measured hope against exhaustion. Nets slapped the water; ropes groaned; the scent of brine mingled with the smell of sweat and damp wood. Among the boats moved a man…