Some days, calling doesn’t feel like purpose.It feels like pressure. Not the kind that breaks you — the kind that builds capacity you didn’t ask…
Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace
Some days, calling doesn’t feel like purpose.It feels like pressure. Not the kind that breaks you — the kind that builds capacity you didn’t ask…
This Reformation Sunday, I watched my son walk to the front of the sanctuary with ease.He didn’t second-guess his invitation.He didn’t measure himself against the…
Ripples beneath a bridge are never wasted. We love to say it: small actions change the world. It’s almost a mantra, a way of reminding…