How do I typically respond to moments of yearning? Try to get past them? Feel embarrassed by them? Embrace them? Often, I simply bury them beneath busyness or appease my heart with little indulgences like food, hobbies, or pleasures.
Is the life I am living the life God envisioned for me? Am I free or living out the script that life has handed to me?
Best definition of a kiss EVER (from the ‘modern’ perspective): ‘A kiss is two mandibles pressing together for a certain duration of time, with the possible exchange of digestive fluids.’
“We live in narrative” (Eugene Peterson).
Is it possible that the life of God is less interesting than the stories God inspires?
My own small story is often about making life work for me on my terms, and doing just enough to not make God angry or disappointed with me.
What if God was like our deepest dreams and greatest imaginations–and yet better and truer?
There is nothing more hopeful than knowing the redemptive presence of God in the midst of tragedy.
Joy and pain are not paradoxical, rather inseparable–joy is found in the midst of pain.
Must God act outside our doctrine (ie our theological framework of security) at times to actually relate to us and grow us?