Darkness Helps Us See Light

For many years, painting and drawing been my way to escape the pressures of life. When I sit down at the table, pull out my watercolors and begin to work on a picture, it feels like time freezes. I can easily spend hours painting and feel like only minutes have passed. Because I paint and draw to relax, I’ve never been overly concerned about doing things the “right” way. In other words, I didn’t worry much about whether my work would pass the scrutiny of a genuine artist. That wasn’t my purpose. Read more

Come Just As You Are

Could love have ever been more perfectly captured? In the cries of newborn lungs tasting our air for the first time was the voice of the One for whom the world had waited. There in the arms of a teenage girl, on the floor of a stable, wrapped in rags—His Majesty.

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Being Noticed

I’ve been traveling for several weeks, so when someone at church said to me, “I’ve missed you, where have you been?” it felt good. It felt good to be noticed. I wonder how many people come to church each week wondering if anyone noticed them? Is that why they stop coming, because no one noticed them? Every person is not only noticed by God but also loved deeply by Him. You are loved by Him and noticed by Him. He knows when you are missing-in-action, when you are hiding because of shame, or like me, just away and coming back.

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Fishing Without Him

He let them go fishing alone. They had caught nothing. They were washing their nets.

“Put out into the deep water, and let down the nets for a catch.” The stranger on the shore, the Savior of the world, makes a request of a weary fisherman.

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Childlike Faith

Mr. Book was at the public library yesterday. Mr. Book is not a human, but rather a robot of a friendly book. Two-year old Wesley approached Mr. Book tentatively, and was greeted with “Hi, what’s YOUR name?” With daddy’s help, Wesley gave his name, and said that he was two years old. They had a sweet discussion, during which time Wesley stared in utter amazement at the creature before him. He left with excitement for picking up some books to take home and “read.” What Wesley didn’t know was that there was a kind gentleman positioned in another part of the room with a headset. He spoke to each young child as they entered the library. He made their visit a personal, individual, experience. Some walked away skeptical, others were afraid, but most were thrilled.

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