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.

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.

It's the greatest compliment when the writer becomes invisible in the whole process.

There is unwavering peace today when an uncertain tomorrow is trusted to an unchanging God.

Hurry always empties a soul.

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

I started blogging in 2004, light years ago on the Web.