Praise is a difficult thing.
Hopefully, I’ve said these things to you before, but it seems like it is important to say them again.
Complete joy in the seeming absence of it. This is one of the mysteries of our faith.
Who is your tribe?
What were you doing a year ago today?
As I sit unrepentant in my sin, it’s hard to be joyful.
In the depths of depression, my mind must fight against my own mind. I must continually remind myself that God is good; God is near; God loves me.
When the Church decides she can, she will.
“Secret. Secret. I’ve got a secret.” – Mr. Roboto A child of the 80’s, this is the first thing that popped into my head when I saw today’s word. […]
A Prayer for Mother’s Day…for all of us. Lord, our hearts aren’t proud; our eyes aren’t conceited. We don’t get involved with things too great or wonderful for us. No. But we […]