Meditating on Holy

It’s been an interesting few days. Where 24 hours can feel like a week – blasting the caverns of your fears into glaring light. One bad day carrying the weight of a skyscraper’s worth of crumbled pylons. Credit: Flickr user: OldOnliner In humor not lost on me, as I type these very words, my Sergey Rachmaninov …

the smallness of ‘i’

“For you have not received a spirit of slavery leading to fear again, but you have received a spirit of adoption as sons by which we cry out, “Abba! Father!”1 “For I consider that the sufferings of the present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to …

"And sorrow and sighing will flee away…"

“I, even I, am HE who comforts you       Who are you…that you have forgotten the LORD your Maker, Who s t r e t c h e d out the heavens    and laid out the foundations of the earth,                That you fear continually    all day …