Why had I ever felt the need to strive for worthiness when my abba’s love was so plainly unconditional and boundless?

Someone once told me that Yahweh would make himself known to me, if I searched. And he did. Perhaps he will make himself known to you.

But still she fled, leaving me battered and bleeding among the remnants of my brother’s life, each of her parting footfalls another blow to the dream I’d not deserved, but had foolishly dared to hope for.

The Arameans can try to blow out a few flames – and they may succeed for a time – but there is no stamping out a raging wildfire.

I believe that Yahweh did not just speak creation into existence. I believe he sang it into existence.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my life, it’s that one can either endure hardship or thrive within it.

The hair I’d yanked too many times to count shone in the sunlight, trailing down her back like liquid obsidian.

The consequences of our foolish decisions are always made clearer when we look backward on the path we’ve traveled.

Smile. You look as though you are headed to your execution, not your betrothal.” Are they not one and the same?

You can tuck your head under your wing for a while... and wait out this storm. But you will fly again.