You want to talk about endurance, read the passionate sorrow lines of a person who is waiting on their prodigal to return.

Endurance is uncomfortable. Faith is uncomfortable.

You wouldn’t help me…you’re a Christian.

[T]he camaraderie was something only Jesus himself could organize between strangers.

I find myself making space for him at the table of my heart because his goodness and love have always been trustworthy.

The perfume may have been her only thing of true value left. Yet she knew the truth: Christ deserved every last drop.

I finally realized my story didn’t just belong to me.”

Are we doing what it takes to present those around us with the real Fruit of the Spirit?

Depending on your congregation, you might even hear a few hoots and hollers as believers sang together

I always felt I was missing the mark—even if only slightly.

I guess I’ll just live with the problem because it’s not going away.”

Rest had been scarce for months, and breathing felt like a sacrifice of praise.

In the timespan of one afternoon, he was gone.

I learned to act on my faith, rather than settle for a quick platitude.

Jesus Christ hears us every time we pray, whether we’ve given him everything or haven’t given him the time of day.

Either they could remember the pain, panic, and disunity of the event, or they could remember the character of the God behind their salvation.

I’ve finally come to understand, though, that God is always in my corner

Sometimes it’s hard getting our minds wrapped around the glory in God’s plan—especially when his glory still involves pain.

Prayer doesn’t always feel like our strongest asset for loved ones in need