I want to come home. I want to see goodness where I feel bitterness. I want joy where I feel pain. I want peace where I feel uncertainty. I want to belong where I feel disconnected. As hard and humbling as it will be, I want to come home.
I pray like an adult with a bulleted agenda instead of like a child who just wants to sit with her father.
Jesus desires for me to have good gifts, but ultimately, He cares more about my heart than my comfort.
Presence - not presents - is the true gift of Christmas.
"The world does not need more doctors. It needs more doctors that understand poetry."
We are truly, as Mat Kearney sings, one phone call, one text, one new devastating piece of information away from our knees.
I don't feel like I have enough as it is, so how the heck am I supposed to tithe?