Star for the Journey

loss

  • 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…

  • Cedar Walls and Nail-Scarred Hands

    I built my walls of cedar pride,Convinced His temple could abide“Another day, another year,”While I chased dreams I held too dear. I called it wisdom, patient, wise—To keep my comforts, guard my skies.But underneath my careful schemes,My altar gathered dust and dreams. Then in the quiet, whispers came,A holy grief, a gentle flame:“If not now,…