We fight for the ones we love. Where we fail … there is plentiful redemption. And where we hope … there is a story with an ending worth the fight, a story worth staying in the race for, a story bigger than the one that ends with a headstone. And there’s a God who’s worth our unwavering gaze. (Follow @gracefortheroadblog on Instagram) ***** It’s early. It’s dead silent. And it’s colder than… Read More

Why would I not trust Him? If my God is the One who splits seas and lays out bread – if that’s the God who has me in His hands – why would I worry? (Follow @gracefortheroadblog on Instagram) ***** “You don’t have to buy … “ That’s all I got out before she cut me off. “What you ordered is $3. You’re a cheap date,” my friend said with a grin…. Read More

I can see it in my own life, the days I’m content, but also the days my eyes are raw, when I can’t seem to drag myself to the water’s edge. My thirst isn’t great enough. There’s nothing to push me to God on those days. The waist-deep water was clear to my toes, and I felt its cool cut clear to my soul. And all I could think was … how… Read More

You feel vulnerable? That’s the message I got from a friend after “I Don’t Wait Anymore” stopped floating around in non-reality and found itself in the hands of a few friends, family and strangers a few weeks ago. Yes. Yes I do feel vulnerable. I’ve felt uncomfortable. Exposed. Fidgeting on the couch while my biggest failures and most gut-wrenching moments with God float around out there in people’s living rooms and cars and Kindles. All the things. But… Read More

Because sometimes when you’re in that place where the salt rubs, where the ache is real, where numbness seems like a better option, it’ll get better isn’t what you need to hear. Hang in there isn’t what you need to hear. Sometimes more than you need to hear anything you need to see something real. I sat there on the couch in the quiet, picking at the small, threadbare spot in the blue slipcover. Frayed, I thought. I’m frayed. And a… Read More

I thought about it a couple of months ago as I lay in the hammock in the backyard in the dark, shivering but not really caring it was cold. The stars popped out like chill bumps, and my heart grabbed hold again of just how tiny it was. And if we let it … that feeling of littleness can be a very good thing.  For a while now, on a lot of nights, a few… Read More