...the secret to joy is to keep seeking God where we doubt He is.

And when I give thanks for the seemingly microscopic, I make a place for God to grow within me.

I don't want a Christmas you can buy. I don't want a Christmas you can make. What I want is a Christmas you can hold. A Christmas that holds me, remakes me, revives me. I want a Christmas that whispers, Jesus.

In naming that which is right before me, that which I'd otherwise miss, the invisible becomes visible.

When your ethnicity is heaven, then all adversity offers the gift of intimacy, driving you into the home of His heart.

God reveals Himself in rearview mirrors.

Our fall is always first a failure to give thanks.