Slow, honest writing about faith, grace, and the long road home. New entries each week.
Sometimes the problem is not that God is silent. Sometimes we are simply too crowded inside to hear Him. We live in a culture that screams f…
Sometimes the problem is not that the devil is busy. Sometimes the problem is that we are too comfortable in our own habits to notice he has…
Sometimes the problem is not that God is silent. Sometimes we are just too crowded inside to hear Him. We decorate our lives with good thing…
Sometimes we treat the Bible like a rulebook we’re trying to decode for a court case, rather than a story of God pursuing His people. We get…
Sometimes the loudest voices in the room are the ones most afraid of the silence. We want quick answers to hard questions because the altern…
Sometimes the problem isn't that God has left the room. The problem is that we expect His presence to feel like a warm hug, when often…
We often talk about God’s love as if it were a permission slip for our comfort. We love the idea of a gentle Savior, but we recoil when the…
Sometimes we wish God would simply snap His fingers and erase the source of our misery. We pray for the enemy to be removed, thinking that i…
Not every season of silence is a test of your faith. Sometimes, the problem is not that God is hiding; it is that we are too obsessed with t…