The miracle of Christmas is that the creator of galaxies and stars and planets and oceans and land and living creatures and you and me, was so moved by love, that he became a baby in a feed trough.
What would happen if we would #liveloved?
I had to gather my thoughts after I listened to John MacArthur’s remarks on Beth Moore. My initial response was nausea, then anger, then sadness, then fire.
Even though it feels like we live in a man’s world, we don’t. Men don’t own it even though some may claim it as their territory.
10 years ago today my life was spared and the magnitude of that gift hit me like a ton of bricks this morning. I was in traffic and I remembered.
Making progress is not merely a call to move forward.
What do you want? An adventurous life? A life with twists and turns? A journey opened up to vast possibilities, always moving toward the new, leaving the old in the dust?
As I watched my daughter sleep tonight, I told God all the things I worry about when I think of her.