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.

Our task shouldn't be punishing the villains in our lives, but enlarging the God who heals us from all wounds.

Worry is a weighty monster with poisoned tentacles. It clutches at us, grabs at our minds, steals our breath, our will. It lurks. It pounces. It colors how we perceive the world.

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.

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.

Jesus often calls us to risk. He asks us to be vulnerable, to be authentic, so others can see Him in and through us.

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