There is something about the thought of a last letter that makes us slow down. Perhaps because when we imagine there will be no next page, the things that seemed so important before begin to fall away. There is less need to explain ourselves, to prove a point, or to make sure someone understands every…
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Entrusted
There is something beautiful about being given something and knowing it has been entrusted to you. Perhaps it is a little easier to appreciate something when we first receive it. A new job. A new home. A family. A friendship. A marriage. A person we once prayed for. In the beginning, we notice everything. Then…
Seeing With God’s Heart
There is something beautiful about the way life keeps moving. Morning comes quietly. The light changes. Another season arrives almost without asking. And somehow, another day is placed gently into our hands. We don’t always stop to think about how precious that is. Perhaps because we assume there will always be another day to make…
The Greatest Fumble
I came across a thought recently that made me pause: The biggest fumble doesn’t come as a bag. It comes as a person. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized how easily we can misunderstand what a blessing looks like. Sometimes we imagine God’s favor arriving as something obvious. An opportunity. A…
Loving Like Christ
I recently came across a question that stayed with me: What does it really look like to love your wife like Christ? My first thought was my father. I don’t know if my father ever thought about marriage in those theological terms. I don’t remember him talking about what it meant to love a wife…
The Prayers We Outgrow
This morning, I found myself thinking about some of the prayers I used to pray. Not the prayers I pray now. The old ones. The ones I prayed when I was younger and life looked very different. The ones that felt so important at the time that I couldn’t imagine being okay without the answers…
Look Again
There is something interesting about the way we come to know people. At first, we are curious. When someone is new to us, we want to hear their stories. We notice the little things. We listen closely. There is a natural curiosity about who they are, what they think, what has shaped them. But as…
The Life That Didn’t Happen
I think one of the quietest thieves of joy is comparison. Not the kind where we compare ourselves to other people. The kind where we compare our lives to the lives we imagine we could have lived. It happens more often than we realize. We wonder what would have happened if we had made a…
Before We Talk About Submission
There are certain verses in Scripture that seem to attract more attention than others. Ephesians 5 is one of them. Mention marriage, and it is often only a matter of time before someone brings up the words: “Wives, submit to your husbands.” Yet the older I get, the more I find myself drawn not to…
Coffee With My Father
This morning, as I sat quietly with my coffee, I found myself thinking about prayers. Not the prayers I am praying today. But the ones I prayed years ago. The ones whispered through tears. The ones spoken from places of uncertainty. The ones I wasn’t sure God was listening to. As I sat there, it…
