There’s something sacred about hands. The weathered hands of a carpenter. The gentle hands of a nurse. The strong hands of a father lifting his child to the sky. Hands tell stories. They build, they bless, they hold on when the world comes undone. “Thy hands have made me and fashioned me...” (Psalm 119:73) Can …
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You’ve heard it before—probably said it yourself. “God is good.” We nod, smile, maybe add a hearty “all the time.” And most of the time, we mean it. But what about when the road gets rocky? When the doctor’s voice tightens? When the numbers on the bank statement shrivel and the prayers feel like echoes …
Continue reading When God Wraps Gifts in Rough Paper (Psalm 119:65–72)
It was just after midnight. The world outside the window was still. The kind of stillness that makes you hear your own heart. The wind had gone to sleep, the moon stood guard, and inside, in the quiet, a soul sat wide awake. Not because of noise. Not because of worry. But because of God. …
Continue reading When Midnight Finds You Awake (Psalm 119:57-64)
“Remember the word unto thy servant, upon which thou hast caused me to hope.”—Psalm 119:49 Some nights feel longer than others. Not because of the hours on the clock, but because of the weight on your heart. Worry keeps you awake. Grief settles in. Prayers go unanswered, and silence seems to stretch out like a …
Continue reading When the Night Feels Long (Psalm 119:49-56)
A Good Word 