His faint whisper.

Words of life in the midst of death. If only you knew that I’m still God. I’m still for you, still the same God that gave you a future and a hope. I didn’t die, I didn’t abandon you. I didn’t. All you can see is the pain but I see the beauty I’m creating…

Purity of soul.

Distress as a sacred intention. God is always present in our lives but we simply just miss Him. I’m sure you’ve experienced glimpses of Him but isn’t it true that we miss His presence in our lives more than we notice Him? He is always at work in our lives. He never leaves our lives…

Come away.

An invitation to intimacy. Psalm 23 has been resonating inside my heart a lot lately, especially the verse that says, “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.” (Psalm 23:4, ESV). This Psalm…

Holding my Lover’s hand.

Meditations of a captivated heart. There is a Weaver whose hands are steady and so sure. He weaves with threads of sorrow as well as with threads of joy. He never loses sight of us and all our pain and laughter is before His eyes constantly. The suffering in our lives should not cause us…

Glorious destiny.

The privilege of dying to self. There’s such a beautiful place beyond the pain and the confusion we experience on the journey to self’s death. It’s like the rainbow that can only come after the dark and stormy clouds. It’s a place of such joy and freedom! The only proper response when you reach this…

The greatest fulfillment.

Discover God’s relentless love. The light breeze was reviving and the birds’ song was just too beautiful to ignore. As I looked at the sky, I lost myself in the sun’s rays that poured through the clouds like rain. It was as if the sun was eager to share every last bit of its radiance…