We grow when the walls press in. We grow when life steals our control. We grow in the darkness.

We grow when the walls press in. We grow when life steals our control. We grow in the darkness.

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.

We may not understand the pathways God lays out before us. We may not even like walking the journey. But even in failure, we can trust that He’ll do more than we expect.

Dare to be brave today, and trust that when you extend your wings, you will fly.

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.

Growth comes from God, to those with surrendered, yielded hearts.