The Small Things

It had been one of those days. Even after crawling into bed, I could still smell the vomit. The day started at 5 a.m. with heaves from our five-year-old’s bedroom—stomach flu. When I hadn’t been mopping a floor or a brow, I’d been sanitizing to keep everyone else well. To top it off, the three-year-old felt a little too good, …

My Slippery Tongue

There is no nice way to say it. I have a problem with obedience. I always seem to be aware of its imperfection. But, as I thought about it, I decided that surely there was at least one verse that I do well. Perfectly, in fact. And indeed, I found one. The verse? The first part of James 3:2: “We …

With Two Hands

In the surrounding glow of radiance, the astonished angels watched as their glorious King spoke light into reality. Accustomed to an expanse of crystal enveloped in the incandescence of timeless eternity, they stared amazed as sun, moon, and time appeared. Their ears knew the roar of worship and the hum of wings, but when sky and sea below filled with …