When someone we love, who we believe loves us back and has our best interest in mind, who we think would never intentionally hurt us, does something harmful to us that is so contrary to what love is, and to what safety is, our whole being - mind, body, heart - has to come to grips with it.
He's not afraid of your hidden and hurting places; you may be, but He isn't.
How it is that in the hottest month of the year, the trees are so beautiful and laden with fruit? Can I be like that? Even when I am being scorched by life's unfairness, and am thirsty from a lack of good things being poured into me, would it be possible for me to bloom and stand tall and be majestic?
We’ve made at least four trips to Flores already this year. Before that, I had not been to Flores in about fifteen years. I thought…
Cancun is full of new buildings trying to look like something they aren't. Havana is full of old buildings holding onto centuries of history.