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Christmas Eve, two years ago, I posted a well-intended toast that would prove to fall flat: “May tomorrow’s cinnamon rolls be fluffy,” I wrote, “the coffee strong, and the morning moments mundanely magical.”
But I missed a step in my own cinnamon roll preparing so the dough didn’t rise properly and, as a result, my perfectly-planned holiday breakfast was, quite literally, toast. Read more
It was an October morning a few years back when I was quiet-time-studying in Psalm 126. The words had been my mantra since packing up our Maui dream life and moving home to Oregon. It provides the perfect illustration for the ending to our waiting journey, set against the backdrop of Israel’s coming-home-from-bondage redemption story. Read more
I unearthed an old prayer journal in my search to understand the 2 Chronicles 20:21 song of the appointed singers as they marched on in their “don’t fight, just sing” front lines. It’s the beauty of holiness I am trying to unravel when it suddenly collides with Isaiah 61:1-3 in something that I like to call The Great Trade-Out. Read more
I spent many nights tucked into the back corner of our walk-in closet mirroring Jehoshaphat’s being-still posture: bowed down, face to the ground.
You are good, I would pray, whispering into the darkest part of my waitings days, knowing another period was about to come, begging that it wouldn’t. Read more
So there they were, the people of God, standing still in their 2 Chronicles 20 battle inefficiency, heads bowed in worship to their all-sufficient God when the posture of some men changed. They had a song in their bones that lifted them up and spilled out over to everyone around them. Read more
