the Word

the uncharted heart and the God who sees inside it

There are days when I feel like what’s going on in my heart is hidden, even from me. On those days my heart tugs like a toddler on a skirt until I surrender – usually after I’ve tried everything else. Fitful and flabbergasted, I cry out to the Maker of my heart. Everything I don’t understand about her, God is privy to.

Books · Goodness · relationships

wrong again or blooms in the loo

My expectations are almost always inaccurate predictors of God’s brilliant goodness that’s constantly rushing my way. He’s always tripping my feet with his better roads, and I never stop being shocked by that. I hate to say I’m always wrong – I mean, who wants to admit that? But what I’m facing here is that when I measure the life I expect against the life God has to reveal himself in, I underestimate his intentions consistently.

OK, I’m saying it. I’m always wrong.

Stories · Worth

laddering down

Ever start something new, confident as all get out that you’re going to ace it, and suddenly notice a flaw?  We’ve all had projects that were humming along happily until that moment when an off kilter wallhanging or a thumb across the lens makes what seemed so perfect into something slightly less-so.  And – now your… Continue reading laddering down

Mercy · Rwanda · Stories

bugs, noticing, and the pregnant phenomenon

Have you ever noticed that you’re keenly tuned in to the things in your world that mirror your own choices?  There is a common human experience of noticing what is important to us reflected in our worlds.  I’m sure there is a name for it, but I call it the Pregnant Phenomenon because that’s the… Continue reading bugs, noticing, and the pregnant phenomenon