Rest

Beneath

The thorn remained. Prayer lingered. And the storm spent itselfagainst the surface. But beneath the noise,beneath the fear,below the surfaceof my knowing, a deeper current moved. Silent. Steady. Unmoved. And though the waters abovewere troubled, something belowremained still. It was there,my soul found rest. If this poem stirred something in your heart, remember that the…
The Yoke That Lifts

A Reflection on Matthew 11:28–30 “Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden…
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…
The Sabbath Star: Delighting in the Rhythm of Heaven’s Rest

Scripture Focus: Isaiah 58:13–14

Beneath