When it’s dark, I can’t see my hand in front of my face. Yet, no matter how deep the darkness might be, God sees both. And when I realize that, the dark never really gets that dark.

It is when I am cold, alone, bitterly forlorn and shuttered from all hope that you will see who I truly am. And my goal is that at those most precarious of moments, what you will see is Jesus holding you through my tears.

God’s eyes readily see beyond our actions, for our actions are simply fear and selfishness pretending to be us.

Heaven shows up all the time. But we plan our time so that we show up in other places.