love

The Quiet Work of Love

If you’ve ever watched a fire burn low in the evening, you know something about love in its truest form. The early flames are lively — bright, dancing, impressive. But the real heat comes later. When the wood has settled. When the crackling quiets. When what remains is steady and strong. That’s the kind of…
Love in Its Truest Form

Love is not the spark alone,Not roses laid at twilight’s door,Not whispered words that fade by noon,Or hearts sketched lightly on a shore. Love is not the pulse of thrillThat races bright, then settles low.It is the quiet, steadfast willTo stay when lesser feelings go. It is the lamp in storm-tossed air,The hand that does…
What I Carry Into the Night

Lamentations 2:19 “Arise, cry out in the night… in the beginning of the watches pour out thine heart like water before the face of the Lord: lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young children…” There are nights when I’m not reflecting so much as surviving my own thoughts. The house…
What We Were Made For

There is a lovewe recognizebefore we can name it.A kind of ancient knowing,quieter than desire,pulling at usthough we can’t explain why. We chase its shadows.We settle for echoes.We call anything loveto soothe what aches for a moment. But deep down,something is missing.We feel it in the hollowpleasure can’t reach,in the restlessnessthat never quite sleeps. This…
Love, Relearned

We use the word love for almost everything. Songs, friendships, coffee orders, relationships, self care, even the choices we would rather not examine too closely. The more familiar the word becomes, the easier it is to assume we all mean the same thing when we say it. And yet, somewhere along the way, love picked…
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…
Restored, Not Repaired

Scripture Focus: Galatians 5:6 “…faith which worketh by love,” and 1 John 5:3 “For this is the love of God, that we keep his commandments.” We spend a surprising amount of energy trying to fix ourselves. We polish behavior, manage appearances, and attempt spiritual touch-ups—hoping that if we pray harder, behave better, or try again…
Engraved, Not Forgotten

Also inspired by Isaiah 49:16 “Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands..” Lord,I cannot fathom it—that Thou wouldst carry menot as a fleeting thought,not as a name to be spoken and forgotten,but as an engravingcut into the very palms of Thy hands. When I doubt my worth,when I fear I have…
Rooms Too Small for Your Sky

There are gatheringswhere your presence registerslike a dropped pin in a hurricane—there, but swallowed,a soft sound beneath louder storms. You speak,and your syllables driftlike paper boats on concrete,searching for water that isn’t there,for eyes that aren’t looking. You laugh on cue,fold your brightness into polite corners,trim your sentences to fittheir small attention spans,as if your…
The Hand Behind the Horizon

There are moments when light does not arrive—it unveils.As if the sky itself inhales,and suddenly the world I thought I knewis edged with brilliance—tree branches traced in liquid gold,ordinary walls carrying a quiet glowlike embers remembering fire.In that strange, holy illumination,I feel Your promise move toward me—not in words,but in a certainty that hums beneath…