We get glimpses of the coming light to put hope in our hearts, steel in our spines, and songs in our mouths.
Through the rise and fall of kings and kingdoms, I glimpsed the promised Saviour.
One person doesn’t get all the beauty. It’s just a different beauty. Different gifts, same Giver.
Though the waves toss, they cannot prevail.
Dawn is coming—but not tomorrow.
The wisdom of the Puritans can help us see Christ’s beauty, pray earnestly, and rejoice in suffering.
As you gaze on your surroundings, your suffering, and your Saviour, look until you see.
He believes in Jesus’s power, but he doubts Jesus’s heart towards a lowly, sickly outcast like himself.
Beautiful writing is a matter of the heart—you need an experience of grace.
Go to sleep—God is sovereign. Stay awake—God is near.