Beauty for Ashes {In My Year of Hope}

Last January I wrote: Psalm 16:11 promises Joy. Not the fleeting, flitting, elusive joy of a child who never quite catches a dragonfly.  But a full and complete Joy.  A lacking-nothing Joy. A perfectly satiated, hungry-for-no-more, stuffed-to-the-brim kind of Joy.  A pleasures-forevermore Joy. Forever! And more where the more came from! With no end in…

So, Who are you?

This week {and the weeks leading up to this week} continued to challenge every fiber of my patience, and kindness, and gentleness, and {dare I say it?} self-control.  The battle hasn’t often been won, but it has often been fought. And fought hard.  My children have seen me fall, and get back up again, only…

“The Great God”

I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to share: Let angels sing for sinners repenting, prodigals restored, backsliders reclaimed, Satan’s captives released, blind eyes opened, broken hearts bound up, the despondent cheered, the self-righteous stripped, the formalist driven from a refuge of lies, the ignorant enlightened, and saints built up in their holy faith. –…