Isaiah 38:17 is the written testimony of King Hezekiah, but I found myself in the words. In Isaiah 38:17, King Hezekiah of Judah describes being “brought down to the edge of death and then raised up again by the word of the LORD.” To understand the magnitude of this verse and the hope it points... Continue Reading →
If you were going to run a marathon, you wouldn't just lace up your shoes one morning and hope for the best. You’d spend weeks or months preparing so that when race day came, you were ready. I've trained for marathons. I completed an ultramarathon. The preparation was intense. My body and mind had to... Continue Reading →
I spent so many years trying to build contentment and peace on shifting sands. My foundation crumbled again and again. Sand could never bear the weight of my sin. Only the Rock. Matthew 7:24 So much of my life built on shifting sand, dragged by the tides, and buffeting wind. Tossed on the rocks, of... Continue Reading →
Darkness didn’t get the last word in my story; God did, and He wrote a new story from the ashes. She coveted her story. Carried all its weight. Built her walls so tall and wide, Nothing could penetrate. She disguised her weakness, behind a mask of strength. Until her frail foundation, could no longer bear... Continue Reading →
If I could go back and talk to the girl I was, I would tell her these things. If I could go back and talk to the girl I was, I'd tell her not to wait — to come to the table exactly as she is. These are the lessons I learned the hard way.... Continue Reading →
