“But it’s there. Tired of being silent, desperate to sing.”
We are the image-bearers and temples of God.
I need to–want to–rest. To relax in God’s hands. To willingly “go to sleep” when He tells me to. To trust and hope and surrender.
Yes, it’s good that I have a heart for others. Yes, it’s good that I cry and pray about all these things. Yes, it’s good that I long for a day/place when all will be well. But I need to surrender.
“During the remaining days of National Month of Hope and beyond, make it your mission to be an advocate of hope.”
The cross. It's everywhere--displayed on walls, worn as jewelry, adorning clothes and church-steeples, tattooed on people's skin, and so much more. But what about the tomb? The empty tomb? Don't get me wrong: I love the cross--or, more accurately, the meaning behind...