A month that did not go as planned. I trust the One who holds my heart in His hands. Of the moon hanging bright in the morning sky, of blazing hot days and cool evenings and unexpected rain showers. Of quick chats with friends, of glad, glad joy for them and profoundly deep encouragement. He…

A month of lingering light in the western sky, spanned with stars. Of currents of joy, flowing swift and deep. It is for freedom He has made us free. A month of sounding the depths of the gospel of grace. He has done what no one else could do, and so we do not have…

A month of blue seas and golden sand, of white birds on the wing. Of seeing Jesus on every page of the Bible. Closer, Lord, to You. Of green mountains sloping into the sea, of bright sunshine and wind-blown rain. I lack nothing at all. A month of writing paper after academic paper and loving it but…

“And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands for us; yes, establish the work of our hands.” – Psalm 90:17

A month of daffodils and delight, the first brave breath of spring. Let us not lift our souls to another. A month of green, glad growing things, of sunshine and rain and tangible hope on the breeze. He is enough for me. Of a deep-down knowing that our Lord is an ever present help in…

A month of grace glimmering in the in-between moments. Of rainy days, mist-shrouded mountains, and mudpuddles carrying the promise of coming spring. Of being reminded that the captain of our salvation is bringing many sons to glory. A month of startled amazement at the wonder and joy children carry with them to meet each day.…

A month of frozen fields and painted skies. Bookended with friendship and fellowship, but also scattered with solitude. All of the things I thought I wanted don’t come close to knowing You. Of realizing that we think we are patient, but our Savior is the only true longsuffering One. We are following in the footsteps…

A month threaded through with quiet grace, encompassed by hope. Of remembering that we are a chosen people, called out of darkness into His marvelous light. He knows our need, to our weakness is no stranger. Of feasting and celebration, and allowing the Light of Life to well over and dispel the grief of the…

     The stack of old books toppled to the floor. “Drat,” Betsy muttered to herself, bending to pick them up. A cloud of dust billowed up to greet her, and she sneezed, hard.      It was nearing midnight on Christmas Eve, 1915, and the streets of London were eerily quiet. With most men away on…