I’m up early this morning. Extra early. The kind of early that hurts. My eyes are full of sandpaper, but my mind is running all-out sprints, like it’s on an episode of Supermarket Sweep and trying to get to the diapers and “grind your own coffee” aisle faster than anyone else. It’s like those moments in college when you wake up and on the way to the bathroom bump into a friend who… Read More

Worry doesn’t work. Because just like we can’t anticipate what we really need, we also can’t anticipate the lavish grace that will meet us there. Where’s it going to come from? The question hung in the humid air of the screened-in porch as I sat there, knees pulled tightly to my chest. Steam poured from my cup of tea, all sluggish and slow. Letting it out of that mug into the heavy… Read More

What does it mean for us to really believe that God can pluck us from a sea of billions and give us freedom? It wrecks us. The round beams from the headlamps chased each other up the dim stairwells. We followed them. I ran my fingers along the dusty walls of the corridors. Not much traffic passes this way. Even in the dark, that much was clear. The beams kept running on ahead of us,… Read More

Sometimes we need to stop, take a good, long look over our shoulder and remember who He’s been … and how that shapes where we’re headed. The wind rushed around the sleeper train, kicking up dust on both sides of the tracks. I had a good view of the unnatural dust storm from where I lay on the third bunk, up in the nosebleed section. My feet dangled off the end of… Read More