God is faithful and knows our hearts. He knows our self-doubts, our fears, and our hold-ups. God knows how our minds can mess us up over and over. But God never gives up.
If I took a pocket knife and cut through branches, I would see the cambium—green veins still carrying life.
To write is an act of worship. It is meditation and love. It tells lies to find truths. It takes secrets and makes them known.
I’m realizing that maybe it’s not about what comes out of the oven in the end. Maybe it’s really about the process of mixing together a beautiful life with the one who created it in the first place.
Christ, who was perfect, did not flaunt his perfection or consider it his right to stand over others, but humbled himself, becoming a servant.
New beginnings, essentially, are hours, minutes, and seconds away from us, and all we have to do is move into them.