Today. Each year.
I don’t celebrate it because that’d be weird, but I do remember.
Continue readingEspecially Monday mornings.
Continue readingThere’s no part of what happens today about which God is not already aware. We will know about it eventually. He knows about it already. All of it.
That makes trust in him for the day well-placed trust. Understanding becomes less important when things like a day are placed in the hands of one for whom the unknown is a foreign concept.
He knows.
What?
Everything.
He’s above.
What?
Everything.
Today. Don’t be afraid. Empty your worry. Let what you hope is true prove Himself. Again.
He will.
Our lives are in his hands, and he keeps our feet from stumbling. – Psalm 66:9
I almost walked past it.
But couldn’t.
Only two other things frustrate me more. And I can’t remember what they are.
I had to fix it.
Oh my god. Help me.
Oh my. God, help me.
Our choice.
It’s a tiny island called Saturday.
Nestled uncomfortably close to its neighbor, Horror.
It’s quiet here. Almost silent.
For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God. – 2 Corinthians 5:21
Continue readingIt’s a Monday in March. Just about a year since the world changed.
Continue readingI don’t know if he will. But I believe he can.
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