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Reading Time: 10-12 minutes Bethany was a small village tucked against the eastern slope of the Mount of Olives, less than two miles from Jerusalem. Travelers passed through it often, yet it somehow retained the warmth of a place where neighbors still knew one another. Olive trees dotted the surrounding hillsides, vineyards climbed the terraces,…
When Prayer Is More Tears Than Words

There are moments in life when prayer feels strong and confident. The words come easily. Faith feels steady. Hope feels close enough to touch. But if we are honest, there are also seasons where prayer feels more like sitting in the dark trying to hold ourselves together while talking to God in fragments. I think…
Joy That Stays

Something has always struck me about the way Jesus spoke on the night before His death. If you’ve ever sat beside someone who knew time was short, you know how those conversations feel. No one wastes words on the weather. You don’t circle trivial things. There’s a weight to the moment—a careful choosing of what…

Loose Him