Every moment I live, I live bowed to something. And if I don't see God, I'll bow down before something else.

That little burning bush that is the signature of the blog - it echoes Elizabeth Barrett Browning's words.

If trust must be earned, hasn't God unequivocally earned our trust with the bark on the raw wounds, the thorns pressed into the brow, your name on the cracked lips.

Joy and pain, they are but two arteries of the one heart that pumps through all those who don't numb themselves to really living.

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

Parenting is about preparing children to get along with each other, to get along with you and without you, and that it's impossible to get along without God.

It’s impossible to give thanks and simultaneously feel fear