Slow, honest writing about faith, grace, and the long road home. New entries each week.
Sometimes the problem is not that God is silent. Sometimes we are too crowded inside to hear Him. We come to prayer with a shopping list of…
Sometimes the problem is not that God is silent. Sometimes we are too crowded inside to hear Him. We blame His absence on His anger, but oft…
Sometimes the problem is not that God is silent. Sometimes we are too crowded inside to hear Him. We live in a noisy world where every voice…
Sometimes, the loudest prayers in a house are the ones that never leave the room. We often treat God like a cosmic vending machine, hoping t…
Sometimes the problem is not that God is silent. Sometimes we are too crowded inside to hear Him. We live in a world that shouts labels at u…
Sometimes we treat a single verse like a fence, forgetting that God built a house. Many believers assume the Bible is silent on women’s voic…
Sometimes the problem is not that God is silent. Sometimes we are too crowded inside to hear Him. We treat our walk with God like a schedule…
Sometimes the problem is not that God is silent. Sometimes we are simply too crowded inside to hear Him. We live in a culture that screams f…
Sometimes the problem is not that the devil is busy. Sometimes the problem is that we are too comfortable in our own habits to notice he has…