healing

When the Light Hits the Dust

A beam of sunlight slipped into my living room one day and did what sunlight always does when it’s feeling bold—it told the truth. It lit up dust. Dog hair. Little evidence of life I hadn’t noticed… or maybe had noticed and quietly ignored. You know how it is. When the light isn’t hitting things…
Broken Chains

When I picture the story of the “most lost man in the Bible,” it doesn’t begin in a graveyard. It begins in a storm. Jesus and His disciples were crossing the Sea of Galilee when a violent squall exploded over them. Seasoned fishermen—men who had grown up on that water—were sure they were going to…
Help Thou Mine Unbelief

Faith doesn’t always roar—sometimes it quivers.

When the Light Hits the Dust