How much of your glory do I miss each day?  If you told me, I‘m afraid it would be too much to bear.  Some days you are so convincing and visceral, when it seems creation worships in unison or when strained relationships are mended.  Some days you’re obvious to me in fresh peaches and constellations and stranger...

Most of the time, my hope is in Jesus. Other times? The ones I hate to admit, yet still occur? I hope for Jesus.


Which means that most of the time I believe He is right with me—by my side—His Holy Spirit filling me. And then there are those “3:00-In-The-Morning-And-I’m-Going-To-Die” moments. (Ok, hours)


The hour...

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