A broken person understands she needs rescue, and she depends on God to resurrect and deliver. And she also understands that even if God chooses not to deliver, His ways are higher and more amazing then what we can fathom.

When we think of other people as our center and fulfillment, we live frustrated lives.

Because the culture we breathe and work in rushes against rest. It equates our worth with production and wealth and fame. The more we work toward those goals, the more society assigns us worth.

As I look back over my mountains of growth and compare them to the molehills where I stagnated, community often made the difference.

When the world careens out of control, we can rest in the fact that God spun this world with a simple word. Matter from emptiness. Beauty from void. Community from chaos.

We cannot let the haters of this world define us. Or frighten us into no longer being ourselves.

The roadblocks to growth and joy come when we forget the bigness of God & instead make people bigger than He is.