Lament is a cry of belief in a good God, a God who has His ear to our hearts, a God who transfigures the ugly into beauty. Complaint is the bitter howl of unbelief in any benevolent God in this moment, a distrust in the love-beat of the Father's heart.

The frame of a soul was never made for fame. The frame of a soul was made to serve.

Our fall was, has always been, and always will be, that we aren’t satisfied in God and what He gives. We hunger for something more, something other.

I think God calls us to small things, to faithfulness right where we are, to just do the next thing.

When we fixate on the worst in something, we render ourselves incapable of fixing anything... But attend to the good in something - and we act towards the best in everything.

God is patiently transfiguring all the notes of my life into the song of His Son.

God appoints people who do disappoint - to point to a God who never disappoints.