My Safe Spot | Trust in Transition
It happened on my early morning commute to work. Crossing the bridge that separates our little coastal…
It happened on my early morning commute to work. Crossing the bridge that separates our little coastal…
Our dear Father, We are a people of scathing tongues. We bite, we devour, and we hate…
Reflections from our former home, New England: There’s a way of the world here in…
It surprised me, my own heart. Swollen with expectation and disillusionment, it caught me off guard in…
You are the God of that land we have not seen, and the God of this one…
It’s ironic: we are a culture practically addicted to a busy lifestyle, but when we give ourselves fully to the rapid pace it requires, delight is sapped up and squeezed out. But we are well-trained citizens of this busy world, and we can live without delight for a while. Just as long as everything is getting done, we can get by without enjoying it. Unfortunately, the loss of delight isn’t the only sacrifice we’ll find of the road of the busy life.