Not Yet but Soon
Even in the waiting, we can rest in God’s faithfulness because what He promised may not be here yet, but it will come soon.
Even in the waiting, we can rest in God’s faithfulness because what He promised may not be here yet, but it will come soon.
Today’s post is a challenge from a friend to write a short story about my day, with each sentence rhyming with a word in the previous sentence…
A handwritten note. Phone call. Text message. A cup of coffee shared between friends. These are not trivial gestures…
Morning arrives on a hush, like velvet across the skin, settling over the earth…
She whispered, “It’s worth it when a child sees beauty in your dirt-stained labor…
Memorial Day, a time to remember not just the names—but the lives…
Now, in this alley with danger she thought about those thistles, her father’s words…
She came alone to honor Him in death. Her grief, a mix of sorrow and reverence…
Beautiful. Unique. An iris transformed from the inside out. It tells a story about grace.