mercy

Her name was Hope…

I was almost home, only a block from my house, when I saw her lying there on the side of the road. An elderly woman had fallen into a snowbank and couldn’t get up. I slammed on my brakes, pulled over, and ran to help her. As I got closer, I could smell the alcohol.…

hiding…

I’m not going to sugarcoat last week. I want too…because it wasn’t my best. But I won’t. Here’s the ugly truth: I struggled spiritually, even though I was doing a fast and God did some amazing things. I couldn’t make myself write for days. I cleaned. I baked. I painted. I watched movies. I ate…

whispers…

The Sermon on the Mount whispers to us. It can only be heard if we are listening closely. Really listening. Sitting at the feet of Jesus, staring intently at his face, hanging on every word. Listening.   Mesmerized by his wisdom. Captivated by his love. Listening. Then, and only then, will we hear it. Quietly…