Who would’ve thought…?

Who would’ve thought that His arms are found by walking the road of pain, loneliness, fear, disillusionment, suffering, and loss? It’s where you would least expect to find Him, yet He is found in brokenness- when tears of humble repentance roll down your cheeks. In those moments, you are able to see how incapable you…

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…