We are so afraid to do it, but what if we trusted God with something less important than our eternal soul?

The abundant life we were promised is finding Christ, not only sufficient in all circumstances, but infinitely more desirable than any other thing.

If you have, or had, young children, I hope you've experienced the incredible realization that they trust you completely and implicitly, they don't even stop to consider whether they should.

Do we believe in a love that leads into the valley, not just out; love that does not heal, but gives grace for enduring instead?

I have found that contentment grows best in the wake of disappointment.

I've been contemplating Eve: how ardently she must have yearned for the fulfillment of the promise made to her that last terrible day in the garden, how she waited longer than any of us, and especially how she never saw it come to pass.

Sometimes the very act of giving thanks is, in itself, a sacrifice.

In our teens and twenties we tend to visualize ourselves as world changers; and then the work that is life seeps in and we look up years later to find we've settled for changing diapers, toilet paper rolls and the car's oil.

When did we start looking on gray hair as a bad thing?

We are the fickle, denying, betraying crowd. (Judas portrayed by Bradford James Jackson. All rights reserved.)