Beauty in the Storm The hail dents the earth as the little one sleeps Light in the droplets turns the window into diamonds And I marvel at the beauty of the storms— How the thunder speaks rage and yet my heart can find peace How the babes know they’re safe because it’s always been that …
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What comes to your mind when you hear “Jesus?” I think it’s a good question. The way we answer that question can help reveal to us what we really believe about him, what we think we know about this man who claimed to be God and saved humanity from eternal damnation. In my walk as …
Why are you running? The question sounded absurd in the midst of my flight, a whisper tossed in with the raging winds that whipped my hair around my sweat-streaked face. Fear pressed in close, perpetuated by the violent debris that I barely had time to dodge with each step. My muscles were strained and on …
The blue-green of his eyes reflect the agitated waves, which reflect the churning sky. Reflection upon reflection. An imitation of origination. See, the storm only mirrors—and that, dimly—the raging paradox of beauty and fury that composes his identity. I see it in his eyes, in the swirling colors. And when he laughs, the sound breaks …
You know my heart. You know me. You know where I’m going. Have you ever felt utterly lost, even when everything inside you knows that the main lesson your Father is trying to teach you is to trust him like you never have before? Why does he seem so elusive when he wants to …
For most—if not all—of us, the desire for a sense of control is a natural tendency. And understandably so. If we are to be honest, it is nothing short of fear that is at the base of this desire. There are countless things to fear in this world. Countless. So we go through life searching …
His eyes dance to the beat of the wind that rushes through his hair in periodic gusts, which keep time to his footsteps coming toward me. He’s like a song wrapped up in a man, making every element and created thing in his wake become more beautiful. No—not more beautiful. Rather, his presence awakens them …
When storms arise, we always have a choice. If we live our lives basing every decision off of what makes us feel the most comfortable and what is the most familiar, the storms of life will always catch us off guard because we’ve been depending on our expectations. So when those expectations get shattered by …
