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Nehemiah, Week 2
I realized how precious it is for us to come to a place of true heart-break for others.
Nehemiah, Week 1
So I sat there this morning. And as the minutes ticked by, I realized there was an even bigger and better reason I was there.
Breaking Hearts
But God tells me that it’s good. He made me this way. He made me with a sensitive heart that breaks all too easily.
The Wilderness
And I realize that indeed, the wilderness has the potential to be the most powerful place for us.
Because I Love You
And this is the truth: whether your reality is messy or pretty, He loves us just the same.
...and I see my need for thee
It’s time to cinch up my seat belt a little tighter. And lean on God a little more. And not carry the weight of the world.
Wounds without Hope, Part 2
So, Jason and I sat on the couch, legs touching. Photo album spread out over them.
Little-g gods, Part III
And when I start to recount my blessings and give thanks, my heart is more in tune with His.
Wounds without Hope
Ironically, I sat there this weekend, thinking of a particular memory, and saying once again: God, this is too big for you. You can’t heal this. I’ll take care of it myself.
Fence Posts
A smile breaks out on my face. I tell him what just happened: You knocked down a fence post.

