There’s this moment. Between the cocoon and flying, there’s a moment, a big pause. A time of re-orientation and discovery, a time of examination and resilience. A time when we identify, precisely, we’re not the same anymore. In the life cycle of a butterfly, it’s called eclosion. Where hormones are …
I imagine it was excruciating, the wait between appointment and assignment. A shepherd boy, brought in from the fields to be told …
It was one of those “lightning bolt” mission trips. The kind where every moment you feel God grabbing your attention–showing you something …
Our time in the cocoon is healing and protective, the place the caterpillar dies so the butterfly can live. But there always …
“I can’t, I think I’m going to church.” We’d been roommates for over a year, and she wanted to carve pumpkins. But …
For you, friend. I know you’re in the trenches and it’s dark. I know doubts and fears swirl relentlessly, and you are …
He was a janitor at the church. He whistled while He worked and smelled of garlic and grace, always greeting with a …
The concept of metamorphosis was suddenly in crisp view and surrounded me everywhere I looked. Our lives in cycles of transformation; over …
God doesn’t often answer me immediately. I bared my soul that morning and mostly felt relieved to have figured out the core …
Welcome to March, friends. A time of new seasons, new perspectives. Where the promise of spring and resurrected life waits around the …
