The costumes and masks we use in our day-to-day lives can make it difficult to find God even when he is right there.

Unmet longings don’t hinder our faith, they enhance it.

Listen to the stones. The one rolled into place to contain a corpse is the very same one rolled away to release it.

Freedom is found not in total autonomy but within the parameters God has set for human flourishing.

Places of difficulty and even trauma are perfect places to experience and share God’s comfort.

A broken clock reminds me that my times – all of them – are in God’s hands.

Jesus doesn’t redeem us into someone else—he makes us the healed version of ourselves.

We may long for a voice from heaven, but more often we are recipients of subtler signs of God’s glory.

“For Lent, let us fast from hurting words and say kind words.” Pope Francis

Would true Christian love lead me to meet my brother’s needs as instinctively as I meet my own?

If we let it, retreat exposes our beautiful uselessness, vulnerability, and inability to earn what we most need from God.

In our insatiable desire for the “next,” we miss the opportunity to behold.

Let these signs of aging increase my longing for eternity, and my desire for True Beauty.

I was hoarding the idea of a life I wanted. I was afraid to use it, thinking that using it would use it up.

The rooting in the soil of our souls in this new year may include naming both the difficult and the good from the past year.

Life is one step at a time. One foot in front of the other.

Immanuel entered my world. He reached down into my life, right into my pain.

In-between times can feel disorienting. We don’t know what lies ahead.

When Christmas becomes Christmas, it changes everything!

I’ve been waiting a year for God to answer one prayer. And he’s told me to wait.