for the joy that was set before him a rugged cross stood still the smell of blood encircling still the raw cracked hands and drying blood from his pierced hands and feet There laid my Savior, a crown on his head, yet in his agony he could be heard uttering the words, “Father, forgive them, … More for the joy set before him

Wilderness- uncultivated, dry, barren, wasteland   Do you know why you’re in the wilderness? What if I told you that you needed to understand what kind of wilderness season you’re in to go through it and come out of it with a new fire? Sometimes we go through dry seasons and they were never something … More wilderness

Your goodness is not defined by the way I feel. The state of my joy does not rest in the fact that I feel joyful. You are good, not despite my circumstances, but right in the middle of my circumstances. You are good, because that is your nature. My current situations don’t dictate the fact … More שמחת ה ‘ “joy of the Lord”

I felt it the second my black and white vans hit the busy asphalt streets in Mexico. My heart knew what the city was longing for. There was an ease in my step, an excitement in my soul as I knew we were about to encounter the hungry ones. You could feel it in the … More Te queremos conocer Jesus “we want to know you Jesus” (the cry of the Mexican people).

spin, spin, spin. twirl, twirl, twirl. Like a mother spins her daughter around, carefree and joyful, fully trusting in the person holding her tiny hands to not let go, so does our Heavenly Father do to us. He spins us around, our feet ever so light as they are lifted off of the ground. He … More wonder

Brown bricks, stack em high, stack em wide. Build, build, build. Smear the grey cement and slab it on thick. Place it on top of the previous one, building on what’s already there. How high can you build? How strong can you make your wall? Build, build, build. How high is high enough? However high … More brick by brick