I remember a time, when every time I read the Bible, it was predominantly to hear from Him— My Savior, my Redeemer—the glory and lifter of my head. It was personal. It was first love. A time Before Strong’s Concordance was labeled trash, and we needed to dissect every word to get to the Hebrew... Continue Reading →
 Joyful Outcast Sometimes joy arrives in the strangest of circumstances. It often comes from those deemed outcasts. It takes a conversation with a homeless veteran to remind us that we have heat blowing through vents in our homes. It takes our car breaking down for us to realize the joy of transportation. Gratitude often... Continue Reading →