We are truly, as Mat Kearney sings, one phone call, one text, one new devastating piece of information away from our knees.
Constantly craving new neurological stimuli has its limits and inherent dangers. If we constantly seek something new instead of exploring the familiar in greater depth, we run the risk of destroying something healthy.
Here's a cold, hard truth about the Christian life that most Christians avoid talking about: Sometimes God has us weather storms seemingly alone.
He didn’t care that I had some holiday weight hanging on my hips, unwashed hair up in a haphazard bun, and no make-up on. He didn’t care. I was there, and I was doing my best to love him. That’s all he wanted.